[ His jaw sets against displaying emotion that he considers unseemly. Warriors may weep for pains done to the Earth, and for sorrow, but not because they have missed the touch of a sibling. But he can't quite conceal the hitch in his breath when her lips caress his hand.
Oh, Nuala. Why must you be so ... you. ]
They are hollow creatures, my sister. It is also folly to look for substance when it is not there.
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Oh, Nuala. Why must you be so ... you. ]
They are hollow creatures, my sister. It is also folly to look for substance when it is not there.