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sólhárr gave a single nod, his golden eye steady on her. then come, he rumbled, turning toward the path that would take them to moonglow. his strides were firm, his pace set with purpose—he would see her to the borders, nothing more.

his duty was to his people. to his wife.

i cannot stay, he added, glancing at her once as they walked. my wife waits for me. there was no room for discussion in his tone, no invitation for further talk. he was a man of duty, and his time was not his own to spare.

still, he would ensure she arrived safely.