“Nina,” Inej said gently. “Parem took you to the brink of death. Maybe you brought something back with you.” “Well, it’s a pretty rotten souvenir.” “Or perhaps Djel extinguished one light and lit another,” said Matthias. Nina cast him a sidelong glance. “Did you get hit on the head?” He reached out and took Nina’s hand. Wylan suddenly felt he was intruding on something private. “I am grateful you’re alive,” he said. “I am grateful you’re beside me. I am grateful that you’re eating.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re better than waffles, Matthias Helvar.” A small smile curled the
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