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Mae didn't really understand. But if Uncle Arric said that Akavir loved her, then it must be true. She was quiet for a moment, thoughtful.

I can talk to him by myself. I'm almost all grown up! Mae told him, her pride glimmering even through her sorrow. Then she paused. Arric... She looked at him very seriously. Do I have resting bitch face? After all, she did look a lot like Akavir; with no memory of her mother except the color of her eyes, Mae had no way of knowing that she resembled Jakoul more than her father.