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his turn to grow still, the threat of loss perceived in this casual mention. "and what else did kiviraq say of you, tse'e?" his tone was warning. it did not matter how many mentors had taught her, he was blood. no others. their blood meant more than the word of any man, including kiviraq.

"well you cannot go to get him," sun eater muttered, feeling the scabs pulling upon his torn skin. "and a healer must come."

he pressed tongue to teeth. "can you bring one here to us, sulukinak? i do not care how it is done."