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He knew the girl he would have married.

Her eyes stayed closed and she did not notice it but she pressed closer. She tried to imagine what kind of woman it was that waited on him. What kind of woman would be left behind if she...stole White Elk. Would someone come to find him? Would he return to the lands and admit of any intent here?

She placed too much importance upon whatever had started here.

He sounded nearly distant in those words and she wondered if she had somehow destroyed whatever plans had been for him.

Guilty and selfish feelings gnawed away at her stomach lining.

Somehow she felt her own things nearly sizzled out at the knowledge of White Elk, prepared to be married off but he was here. With her. Pressed so close.

Maybe this one.

There was a smile on her face that did not reach her voice and so it would likely go entirely missed.

A woman waits for you to marry her and — and it is me that is held by you.

Despite any feelings she held, there was no regret in her voice.