"Good." K'ile winced one eye open. "Because you've been tempered. By her." He pointed at K'aijeen.
Even with the cloth tied over her features, K'aijeen's scowl was visible, her shoulders shaking. The scowl was as hurt as it was angry, her shivering bending her to one side. Her thin fingers pulled tight over her grip on her staff, and her other hand strained across the rags that she wore. They tore. She coughed, "Liar."
Even with the cloth tied over her features, K'aijeen's scowl was visible, her shoulders shaking. The scowl was as hurt as it was angry, her shivering bending her to one side. Her thin fingers pulled tight over her grip on her staff, and her other hand strained across the rags that she wore. They tore. She coughed, "Liar."
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