She found herself gazing into his solid, brown-gold eyes. They were very warm eyes. They belonged to an even warmer face, framed with dark hair in a shaggy crop, and a beard trimmed close to his mouth. “Sume,” she responded, fidgeting in her seat. “Sume,” he repeated, standing up. “Sir Ylir!” someone called from the deck. “The physician should be here soon,” he said, smiling ruefully. “Until we meet again, my lady?”
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