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comfort was offered, and lestan looked in a mild surprise at the woman. still addled by his own grasping sorrow, he noted that her gaze was reminiscent of a sunrise. or a sunset. or perhaps the zinnias which clustered the edge of seaside cliffs.
shardik's own stare — shardik! surprising! — was a churning sea beneath a salted fall of silver rain. seastorm and flowerpetal looked solemnly back at him.
"somewhere," lestan turned, his eyes closing at the warmth of elodie's nearness. "we can't stay here forever." slowly he rose.