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heda's inhale shook in her throat.
"all right, dinah." her arm slid softly around the thin shoulders. "i'm tired too. and — i never should have taken you from the island." as if to punctuate their exhaustion, snow slowly filtered down through the beautiful silent canopies of rivenwood.
a breath. another.
"we could go back, dinah. are you r-ready? to go back?"
that was not something she had allowed herself to consider. ever. and inside her was a dragging sickness to think of it all, that caracal's death and her mad flight and the dissolution of her children had been worth nothing if she returned now.
but pride did not fill the belly.