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lestan looked at her as if he were a starving, feral man, and an undiscernable feeling churns in the girl's gut. not sadness, nor pity; melancholy, perhaps, as she stays near him.
what has she gotten herself into?
she remains quiet, breath shuddering in her chest and her throat as she avoids the contact of lestan's gaze. shardik seems as if a headache is beginning to take hold of him.
but we can for now, she finally says, pulling rather stiffly away from lestan. we need food. and a place to sleep, if we are going to be a team, sí?