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Message: <blockquote data-quote="lostdreamer" data-source="post: 2821464" data-attributes="member: 40210">His eyes rested on Katya as he turned back towards the camp, and he felt his heart jerk as he saw her face. Jehan was a liar and a cheat who had practiced both until they were perfect. A night he had spent in her arms, warm and comfortable in that bed came rushing back to him then and he wanted to tell her how glad he was to see her, to hear her again. He had missed her confidence in him, her cheerfulness. But then she spoke. And she asked such an awful question. Jehan looked away from Katya.Talia holds Yelena close, a precious treasure too long lost.“How are you youngling? They fed you properly I hope?” Talia’s voice was almost entrancing, akin to the sound of fete carried upon the wind. She could not chastise Yelena for being away from the caravan.Jehan couldn’t look at any of them now, his eyes rested on a spot somewhere around his toecaps. “And who is this?” Talia said to the girl who may as well have been her own daughter, as she pointed to the tall warrior woman with the massive sword on her back.Jehan tried to keep his voice calm and level but still it wavered ever so slightly.“I don’t know.”He managed to lift his gaze as far a the fire, but still couldn’t summon the courage to look at anyone.</blockquote>