To funnel her healing power into him so he
might walk when her magic was not too
drained, their very lives had been entwined.
So if he fell in battle against Morath’s
legions ... It would not be just his own life
lost.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Yrene frowned
up at him. “What is it?”
Chaol jerked his chin toward the ship
sailing nearest their own. On its stern, two
ruks, one golden and one reddish brown, stood
at attention. Both were already saddled,
though there was no sign of Kadara’s or
Salkhi’s riders.
“I can’t tell if you’re motioning to the ruks
or the fact that Nesryn and Sartaq are smart
enough to remain in bed on a morning like
this.” As we should be, her golden-brown eyes
added tartly.
It was Chaol’s turn to nudge her with an
lily
(lily)
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