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"you shouldn't," silvertongue choked, vomiting again until her shoulders shook and she trembled beneath bjarna's nearness. "you should just let me —" but the sentence remained unfinished, unfinished as her retching ended and she slid into soft, quiet sobbing, as much for the ache in her gut as what this sudden sickness might mean. she thought of satsu; she thought of ash paw. and then her mind flew to crowfeather and how the look in his eye for germanicus was not one she could have ever hoped for herself. and she hadn't, not until — not until now.