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suliya stood still, her pale coat blending with the frost-bitten surroundings, her expression composed. she watched sun eater approach, his presence commanding, as it always was. though the words she wished to say burned behind her lips, she kept her tone steady, her anger tucked beneath a veil of calm.

the ghost talker, she began softly, her eyes steady on his. is he old enough to bear children? to guide them with the wisdom they will need?

her question was light, almost curious, though it carried the weight of deeper meaning. she let the silence stretch between them, her breath visible in the crisp air. the tension in her limbs eased as she took a slow, deliberate breath, waiting for his answer with an unreadable expression.