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gonna wrap this <3

the girl was soft, a fine girl. perhaps that was how she had fallen into the role of fellahin — or perhaps the blame could be shifted to a mother that treva did not know.

treva would maybe keep an eye on this girl more than the others who scuttled around akashingo.

you are kind. she whispered, a tired smile. then motioned for the girl to be free if she so wished. treva would not subject her to more prodding questions or spotlight in praise.

only hold onto the knowledge that this one was good.