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almost a year—! surprise wrote itself across ellie's face, and suddenly a frigid wash of something like guilt followed it. she blows a puff of air from her nose, turning her gaze from shardik to lestan and back over again as a lonesome silence created a gap between the three.
a yearling very well might have simply dispersed by now, but that was far from one of the more comforting things she could say. she 'as to be somewhere, senyor, she whispers to the dark man, awkwardly shuffling closer as if to make an attempt at comforting him. it will be okay.