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he cleared his throat, a gob of drool splattering to the sand. sobeille couldn’t help but stare. he’d been drinking the sea, which told her either he’d never seen it before, or was a madman.

a job? she wished yura was here to field this; what, specifically, compelled someone to wander the wilderness for a job? yura had more patience than her, and was far more lovely a conversant. she’d know exactly how to handle this.

brushing at a fleck of sand blown across her face, and wincing at the contact pain it caused, sobeille posed a disbelieving why?