She cut him a drily amused glance before seating herself on the bedroll and unlacing her boots. But her fingers halted as her nostrils flared. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder at him. “What did you do.” Dorian held her stare. “You did what you had to today,” he said simply. “I did as well.” He didn’t bother trying to touch Damaris where it lay nearby. She sniffed him again. “You killed the spider.” No judgment in her face, just raw curiosity. “She was a threat,” he admitted. And a Valg piece of shit. Wariness now flooded her eyes. “She could have killed you.” He gave her a half smile. “No,
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