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her ears tipped gently forward, catching the weight in his tone— silence, sworn like blood, like oath.

silêncio… she repeated, the word soft on her tongue, rolling with the lilt of her people. her head bowed, a curtain of pale fur slipping loose as if to veil the spark in her eyes. it has always been my companion. eu sei guardar, sempre. secrets were bone and marrow to her— she carried them as other women carried pearls, hidden but heavy.

her gaze lifted again, shy, a ghost of a smile shaping her thin mouth. if this is the preço, senhor, then i will not falter.

a breath curled from her lips, green eyes lowering once more to the dust at his feet. family… comida… loyalty. these are coisas i have longed for. her tail brushed the earth behind her, a quiet emphasis.

yes, magui said simply, her voice low but certain. i can handle that.