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the softness was something that lestan could discount as pity. but the way she extended her warm arms to him could not be transmuted or ignored. and so when his mournful glance pulled her way, it was with no small amount of surprise and wariness.
all had been kind to lestan. his was not an abused life; these strangers had rallied around him, for him, and yet the mayfair could not shake the idea that he was only a coffin to be dragged across several terrains.
"but i w-was," came the insistent whisper.
he crouched; he knelt; he did not reach for elodie, nor touch her, but in the soft presence of her curved body, lestan found a bit of respite.
he fell asleep almost at once, features slackening until he looked almost peaceful.