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The boy sighed quietly against her loving touch. His eyes squinted as he fought the cringe, the particular itch of his skin against her kiss. If she had not been loved, if she had not been family, Antigone might have pushed her away from him.

Zosime was a good sister to him. He watched her with a steady stare and wondered why he had not taken the time to know her interests. Had he been so focused on himself that he had forgotten his sisters and their passions?

What do you like to learn Zosime? Antigone asked her gently.