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A girl, silverwrought and solitary; so young that Marina couldn't help but think the child could have been one of her own. She looked the part, at least. At the girl's inquiry, she offered a gentle smile, pausing in her task to answer. Bedding for my den, Marina hesitated, then added: For my children, when they're born.

Wariness prickled at her, but she swallowed the feeling. Surely there could be no harm in speaking to a mere child — though Marina was quickly beginning to wonder whether the girl's parents might be close behind.