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She did not speak the way of the Sapphique people. This was a fact learned too many words too late.
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He had plenty of meat on his bones?
What did that mean?

Thibault had been stunned to a rough silence, shattered by Astera's stop at his side. His face was contemplative still, slowly brought out of it by a confidence Astera had that he did not. An appreciation to her presence. To her, his ears touched down in greeting and his eyes crossed swiftly between the gray woman and a warrior-to-be. Meat on his bones..Meat..on his....

A bigger question to him was why a woman was set to be so hungry. To fight this way over a hare. Every woman should be fed. It blinded him from her possession, because he was so bewildered by this concept. "We ain't want dat rabbit-- Yours. You be close to Sapphique. Who do you belong to?" Thibault couldn't fathom that loners existed.