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Aya watched with a soft, concerned look as the Lalafel continued his route around the circle. Her hands shifted a little around the waterskin, the glaring looks of the guards causing a momentary worry that she'd be expelled from the room before the little runner made his way around again. But, as he finally began to approach and made eye contact with her, the concern quickly turned to a warm smile. As he neared her, slowing, she took a step forward, close to his path, and lowered herself, squatting so that she was about down to his height. Without saying anything, she thrust her hands forward offering the skin of chilled water toward him as he approached.
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