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maleah began to join her voice with that of mireille's. she did not know why she still hoped to hear an answer.
she missed miette. she missed the pitchy laughter and the way she still walked like a toddler. she missed the excitement that brewed behind her eyes when maleah spoke of her craft. miette had become something of a friend.
though she knew her own grief paled in comparison to what mireille felt. so much, she had been through so much in such a short time —
we're gonna find them, mir, the healer spoke, though her voice was as cutting as a whisper. they're smart girls. you raised them. i'm sure they're-- somewhere, laughing together over making us worry. it had to be so. it had to be.