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the warmth in val’s expression shifted ever so slightly as judith’s question registered. if he’d grown up anywhere besides sapphique, he might have owned a morsel of guilt for shacking up with a pseudo-relative; but sapphique was steeped in familial tradition. things were complicated biologically.

not biologically. he said with a quiet laugh to himself. but it did pose the question — what was he to mireille?

val gently nudged the topic elsewhere, gaze resting curiously on the figure of his comrade. how did you find sapphique?