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ah, i see, ellie trills, lowering herself down so that her belly may rest upon the sand as lestan stood. i assume you moved 'ere, at some point, sí?
he was heartbreakingly pathetic to watch, so constantly high strung. it was as if she was watching somebody pull the threads from him one by one, methodically stripping him down; she almost could not bear to watch.
do you know where her, um, mare might be? something in her did not want to ask this question, and yet she could fight it no longer; the mountain term made it feel somehow less awkward, like a barrier between the question and the answer. a death? an ugly divorce? were they dealing with an unhinged trigger-happy daughter thief? was lestan on the run from her? all of these were possibilities, and the longer she looks at the man, the more tragic she believes the situation to be.