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he did not come close. he is wary, like a frightened kitten one found beneath the tire of a truck. ellie does not press further.
she turns her eyes away, focus torn to the sheet of stormy gray which hung above them, darkened with the approach of evening. her breath is tight in her chest.
when she looks back over at lestan, he is asleep. decidedly, she would not leave — they would stay in this comfortable parallel for as long as the man wished.