Despite the scant hours they had shared as brother and sister, he felt their kinship deepen, shift further towards the deeper parts of his soul. Placing a hand over his heart, he tore his gaze away from her and to Angon. With a hand on his friend’s boots in the stirrups, Fel’annár pursed his lips, felt a strange sort of peace descend on him. “When I met you, you were angry for Fer’dan’s loss, for the injustice we suffered at the hands of the Alpines. I was angry too, although for different reasons, but you – I see how you use it, how it hides your heart, how big and soft it is. You’re like the
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