Malini’s touch was so light. The princess felt fragile and looked fragile. How can you be this soft? Priya thought helplessly. How can you know what I am and look at me with eyes like that? How can you be so stupidly trusting? “You don’t make friends,” Priya said, speaking through the lump in her throat with some difficulty, “by speaking of their dead.” “No,” Malini said with a faraway look. “I suppose you don’t.” “I liked it better,” Priya managed to say, “when you spoke of peafowls. You can do more of that if you like.” Malini shook her head once more, a low sound of amusement escaping her.
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