"If she were gone we would find nothing." The pitiless drone of his words, like a yawn, would have infuriated him coming from any other voice but his own. He swallowed, as though his attitude were as simply contained as an illness might be. His wrist flicked again; he barely noticed it. Fire churned in his ribs and arms. What was he burning for?
"Leaving the tribe on one's own is suicide. It is true for you the same as it is for her." He eyed the bag she had dropped, doubting it contained sufficient supplies to give her a chance at so much as one day in the desert, even in the remains of an abandoned camp. "You wouldn't leave your daughters, would you?"
"Leaving the tribe on one's own is suicide. It is true for you the same as it is for her." He eyed the bag she had dropped, doubting it contained sufficient supplies to give her a chance at so much as one day in the desert, even in the remains of an abandoned camp. "You wouldn't leave your daughters, would you?"
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