was hot, but I didn’t think…” “You did what you felt you must,” Warrek says softly. “It was very brave.” “I probably look awful,” I whisper, grabbing a handful of snow and holding it to my cheeks. “You look very brave.” I snort. “That’s polite-speak for awful. You can tell me the truth, Warrek. Now’s not the time to sugar-coat anything. Though I guess here it’d be snow-coat, since there’s no sugar. Or if there is, you guys have been holding out on us. Not that I think you would, of course, but if it were me, and a bunch of strangers started to live in my city, I’d probably hide my valuables,
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