“You’re going to leave,” Shallan said softly. Malise barked a laugh. “He’ll never let me go. He never lets go of anything.” “You’re not going to ask,” Shallan whispered. “Balat is going to run and join Helaran, who has powerful friends. He’s a Shardbearer. He’ll protect the both of you.” “We’ll never reach him,” Malise said. “And if we do, why would Helaran take us in? We have nothing.” “Helaran is a good man.” Malise twisted in her seat, staring away from Shallan, who continued her ministrations. The woman whimpered when Shallan bound her arm, but wouldn’t respond to questions. Finally,
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