“Kennit has a woman, and is content with her. But I do not.” Brashen stretched, rolling his shoulders and spreading his arms. When he rocked forward, his left hand rested on Althea’s shoulder. He inclined very slightly toward the other man, and gently confided, “What a pity. I do.” He smiled before he went back to Maystar’s conversation, but left his arm across Althea’s shoulder.
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