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as yura rearranged a cut of deerskin over miralyn’s body, sobeille’s mind wandered. almost immediately, she blurted: ’ow? an’ who? had the pirates already come back again? a restlessness shifted within her, segueing into a cold rage.

appreciative treepie offered to help, sobeille settled; she knew Etienne well enough to know such assistance would likely be politely refused. still… if there were more raiders at the coast, she needed to know. sharing a dark, knowing gaze with yura, sobeille set her yellow eyes on treepie in expectation.