“Do you feel any better? Since I said sorry?” “No,” said Lyford simply. “Not much. You’ve been hurting me for years.” Tam burned with shame. “Why are you talking to me, then? Why are you... bringing my teapot back, and fetching me water, and buying me lunch, and taking me to your house to bathe?” “Because it doesn’t cost me anything to be kind, and because you’re an awful little goblin that I...” He fell silent for a long moment. Tam didn’t dare to move or breathe. “An awful little goblin that I like very much,” Lyford finished softly. “Despite your manifold goblinish habits. Perhaps because
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