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afterward, her cleaning near-frantic.
Easy, graceful steps sounded in the snow,
and Nesryn knew who approached before the
rukhin even straightened to attention. Not at
the fact that Sartaq was prince and Heir, but
that he was their captain. Of all the rukhin in
this war, not just the Eridun aerie.
He waved them off, scanning the night sky
and ruks still soaring, shielded by Rowan
Whitethorn from any enemy arrows that
might find their mark. Sartaq had barely come
up beside Nesryn when Borte patted Arcas,
tossed her brush into her supply pack, and
walked into the night.
Not to give them privacy, Nesryn realized.
Not when Yeran prowled from his own ruk’s
side a heartbeat later, trailing Borte at a lazy
pace. The girl looked over her shoulder once,
and there was anything but annoyance on her
face as she noted Yeran at her heels.