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one day belen might understand. but she suspected it would take much more talking than they had already done. he was so hushed and wan; she wanted to see the former prince restored. crowfeather spoke of travel and she did not look at his leg. there was a determination in his golden eyes. "yes," belen answered at once, more than a little breathlessly. something warm touched the inside of her spirit. he would need nursing, in more ways than one. maybe, away from this place and that man, he might look at her the way she had once seen him. "when shall we leave?"