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She nodded, committing his criteria to memory. I am sure we will find something that we will both love and fill with many children for years to come, she said, drawing her head back briefly so she could kiss his cheek.

This territory is nice, but I do not think this is it—I would like somewhere with more trees and be a napatuqvik, still, they could use the unclaimed land to their advantage. There is something else I wanted to bring up, though, she said next as she felt her face twitching with concern. I think I need a day or two to rest here—does that make me a bad issumatar? Did showing her weakness make her unworthy in Tartok's eyes?