"He's family. He's coming home." K'ile said, watching the woman drink. He watched K'luha's throat and features, her ears, the way her longer hand lay over her shoulders. His fingers worked the fabric of his pants where they rested on his knees. Straight-faced, K'ile said, "He's not that different from Tahj." And he reached for the canteen.
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