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crowfeather started to panic, or perhaps she did; silvertongue threw her arms around him and held her head against the heartbeat she had so loved, always, and had beat alongside her own for a time. "yes." and she wished — she had gone out into the world, had not run to him for this. it would not hurt so much. "do not worry, mariposa. we will — it must be all right." she must be ready. she must be resigned.