“I’m not ready to be Eisa,” she said sharply, “but I might never be. So I suppose I’ll simply try.” Silla crossed her arms over her chest and sent him a challenging look. “I’ll go to your meeting, Galtung. I’ll explain everything.” Rey exhaled slowly, pulling her against him. He smelled of porridge and smoke—he felt like safety. And in that moment, Silla knew she didn’t have to feel ready. She could jump off that cliff, just as she’d done with the skjöld leaves. Once again, she was frightened. And once again, Reynir Galtung was by her side. Silla blinked back tears as realization settled into
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