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eset's worry struck through tavina as if it were a lance; the gentle whisper of worry along the back of her shoulder sent a tremour through her. for a moment the sesh almost broke away, almost pushed those satin arms aside.

she was still, and then the first sob came, a racking soundless thing that jerked her entire form against the embrace of eset. and then another, and another, oh, she was losing it. the self-made bridle slipping from errant face, the too-tight bit falling from a bruised mouth;

tavina was not certain she had ever wept so hard before, or if muat-riya's gleaming halls of blue had ever heard the wrenching misery of a broken woman as clearly as her hoarse cries echoed now.