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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 21:58:36 GMT -5
 He? Did this man mean who she thought he did? She was indeed accompanied by a he, as she often was for Haldir helped protect her during such dangerous times, but...how did he know that? She had not seen this man before, and Haldir had not been in her company for many moments. This concerned her, and she was not sure if she was ready to reveal that she was indeed with him. Not when her people were already being threatened. She gave a kind smile, trying not to be rude to the stranger. Even if he was planning something violent or cruel, she could not be quick to judge.
But...she was too honest to lie about this. She did not want to ask more questions if he was not going to answer them for they would be talking in circles. If we are talking about the same person, as I assume you must have seen us together at some point How else would he have known? I must ask as to why you are inquiring about him? She purposely did not say his name. Haldir had already lost his wife, and a dear friend of Maeve's... she did not want to be responsible for his death too. Maybe they were not even talking about the same man! Oh Maeve was terribly confused and hoped the stranger would start answering her questions, for her curiosity was making her feel uneasy, even if she managed to keep her composure. |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 21:49:06 GMT -5
 He was awake...but silent. That did not exactly surprise her since not only had he just gone through an excrutiating ordeal which almost cost him his life, but upon previously meeting him she remembered he was a man of few words. It was strange; though it happened over ten years ago, she remembered every detail of that day. She remembered everything he had done for her, Haldir and her people. If he not not saved Haldir, then every person he healed from then to now would have been dead. He had changed the perspective of many, and she wondered if he knew just how much of an impact he had made.
She watched him move a bit, hoping he was comfortable...well, as comfortable as one could be after having so many arrows shot at them. It will be sore for a while, She told him regrettably, wishing she could offer him a painless recovery. But they will without a doubt heal. She paused for a moment, softly smiling at him. There is some food for you. I imagine you may be hungry and will need to eat a lot to help regain your strength and energy. She did not want to overwhelm him by talking endlessly, so she left it at that for now, and allowed him to absorb his surroundings before continuing on. |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 18:39:57 GMT -5
He was so very kind! During his state of weakness and injury, he was concerned about her well being. Such nobility was not as common as it has once been. She opened her eyes, and softly smiled at him, taking her other hand and placing it over his. Do not fear for me dear Lancelot. You are wounded, and must use your strength to heal yourself. His genuine concern only helped her reaffirm her decision to have helped him, and done such a risky task.
She closed her eyes once again. The words were spoken, but now it was time to see if the effect and the energy she used, was in setting in. He would lose no more blood, but how much had he lost already? Aa' llie inbau poldora n'alaquel She said it once, and continued to whisper it under her breath. It was getting almost desperate, and she was putting more and more healing energy into this process. Do you feel any different? She asked, her eyes still closed though her English spoken words were directed to him. The healing process was not instantaneous. She could men the wound, but it would still take some time for him to recover. Thankfully though, his injures were not exceedingly serious. Just serious enough to call for immediate attention but not such that they would consume his life. [/color] |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 18:28:02 GMT -5
Maeve listened with great interest and intrigue as Isadora described the man she loved and the one who loved her. She spoke with such devotion, admiration, and affection. It brought a smile to Maeve's lips that she almost forgot the despair in Isadora and her hesitancy to take something that symbolized fidelity. But the reality of the situation returned and that euphoria was gone. Upon hearing her say that they could not be together; that he was a commoner. The smile faded from Maeve's lips, and she felt sad. Sad that things were so difficult for the princess when she seemed to find someone who encompassed everything anyone would be looking for.
Maeve did not understand the issue of class differences. Where she came from, everyone was regarded equally. Even she as the Queen of the realm, was not limited in her actions in such a way. It must be a great deal of pressure and stress. If he truly is how you describe him to be, and I have no doubts that he is, then there is nothing common about him. She said, sort of playing with the word, though she knew full well what Isadora meant.
Tell me, can you truly love anyone else, with the same strength that you love him? She could feel it. It was not mere infatuation and lust. There was something deeper, a stronger connection between the two, well...at least on Isadora's part. Maeve could not speak for the man for she did not know him. She also had to choose her words carefully, making sure she did not let too much slip. [/color] |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 18:14:04 GMT -5
Aaron Williams. She would have to meet this man, even if it was just to take a strand of hair or something so that she could use her abilities, in this case, for good. To protect Neav and hope that exposing him to her world would bring some kind of peace and serenity and diminish any sort of loneliness he might be feeling. Though, he seemed to be doing rather fine in the company of his horses. Would it be alright for me to meet him? She asked, wanting that permission and go ahead before doing anything that could land him into trouble. She would truly never forgive herself if she managed to get Neav in any sort of trouble and so had to take the necessary precautionary steps to avoid that.
His next words were quite a high compliment to her and she smiled upon hearing them. I have no intention of leaving you for a moment tonight. You will be safe. Trust in Mirshann, if not me, as I can see that you have a great understanding of horses. She valued that trust he bestowed on her though, and would not do anything to alter it... especially if she wished to help him. Hopefully after she explained everything, that trust would only grow. Such a great boy of magic... she would forever be honored in his presence. Tell me, do you feel safe here in Camelot? She asked without outwardly saying that she knew of his gifts, and she asked because she truly did worry for him. Was he threatened at all being in such close quarters with a king who despised magic so? Was he living every day in that fear? |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 17:38:02 GMT -5
Maeve smiled when he assured that there would be no trouble. Are you certain? She did not abuse her powers but in this case, she felt she would have to. She would ensure that there would be an image of Neav sleeping soundly in his quarters, when in reality, he would be with her. And just to make this plan even more fool proof, she would pay a short visit to the man in his dreams so that he would enter a deeper sleep. Who is it that you answer to? She knew there were probably many, but if she could get to the main man and just give Neav an extra hour or so, could make all the difference. Though, with her naive ways, she would believe whatever he told her, despite whatever conflicting emotions he was feeling.
When Neav said that he had better ride on one of the other horses, she gave a bit of a nod of understanding. You truly are loyal to your friends. And that was why she knew that even if she offered a place in Mabon for him, he would probably not stay. She mounted on Mirshann, waiting for Neav to lead the way so that she could ride alongside him. You will see my dear child. It would be far too much to explain now when their time was so limited. How did one explain other realms and species in the world in only but a few minutes? It is nothing to be alarmed about, I promise you. I will just be showing you what else is in the world, beyond what we can see. |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 16:25:48 GMT -5
Maeve was glad, and excited, to hear that he would be able to get away for a night. Are you sure? Or would you need me to talk someone? She would not mind. She practically had such strong automatic care for the boy and did not want him to get in trouble, and she could sense the worry within him. She wanted him to be relaxed tonight, and did not want him to have in his mind that he would have to hurry back so that he would not be yelled at...or worse. Tonight, I want you to have a free mind. And to be open to endless possibilities. For tonight, she wanted to tell him of his destiny, and of her world. Though words could not always be enough, which was why she wanted to physically show it to him. And I feel we would not be able to do this if you fear those who could get angry with you.
She motioned for Mirshann to come forward, even though he was not far. Would you like to ride him back to the city? She asked, softly smiling. She did plan to walk back to Camelot with Neav, to continue their conversation, and though she knew he was rather independent, she still wanted to make sure he got there safe and that no harm would come to him. Perhaps their paths crossed so that she could help protect him in this world that persecuted those of their kind.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 16:06:21 GMT -5
Maeve hurried downstairs, and quickly ordered some food from front desk. She pulled out some coins that she had made from selling some of her pieces. She did not have much money, but that did not matter. She was not in Camelot for monetary gain. Her image as a merchant was only to avoid suspicion from others. Any money she would make from it, she would use for a good cause. This was the perfect example... as much as she could give to feed the poor girl, she would give. She ordered some bread, soup, meat, and a pitcher of water so that she would have enough to get the necessary nutrition.
While she was waiting on that, she informed the gentleman that she would return. She went out to seek some proper clothes for the girl, for the cloak she was wearing did not look like it was in good shape. She managed to find some ready made dresses. They were plain, but less tattered than her current attire. Maeve offered some pieces of jewelry in exchange for the clothing and the seamstress was only too pleased to take them. They were at least worth something. Maeve thanked her and put the dress in her bag. She would offer more to the poor girl if she needed it but for now, one dress should hopefully be enough.
The timing of her return was perfect. The food had just finished being prepared. Maeve thanked the kind man, and told him she would take it up. She walked gracefully up the stairs with the tray of food, ensuring that not a grain of it spilled. She then lightly knocked on the door so that the young girl knew she was returning and to give her a few seconds warning. Maeve gently pushed it open and continued to walk in the room. I have some food for you here, She informed her, holding up the tray so that she could see it before setting it down on the table near the bed. How are you feeling?
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 13:56:21 GMT -5
She was such a sweet girl indeed. Out of the little strength she had, she was using it to thank her and be so polite and kind. It only made it more devastating to think of what circumstances had forced this girl into this condition. When they got to the motel she opened the door and helped her inside. The conditions in motels in this realm were not the best, and Maeve wished for a moment that she could take her to Mabon to make a full recovery, and put her in a place where she felt safe. If only there was not a war on magic declared in this world, things would be far more simple and everyone could have helped each other. But because of the persecution of her kind, they were forced to be cautious, paranoid, and tread far too carefully.
She quickly told the person at the front that they needed a room, and hurridely, guided them upstairs. She opened the door to the room and helped the girl to the bed. Rest here dear, he told her, moving the pillow and lifting back the blanket so that she would be more comfortable. I will return soon with food and water. She assured her. She did not know if that was exactly what was wrong with her, but she looked weak and so if the food did not help, then Maeve knew she would be forced to use a more, magical approach to help the girl for she would not let her suffer any longer. She paused at the door, glancing back at her. I will not be gone long, She reassured once again. [/color] ( Sorry I moved around Felicia a bit! If you prefer me not to, then let me know and I will edit my post ) [/blockquote] |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 22, 2010 13:45:12 GMT -5
Maeve continued to be worried, though she knew she could not sit here. He needed peace and quiet so that he could rest... not someone staring at him non stop. With one last glance and turned to leave the room, telling Haldir to keep an eye on him just in case, for some bizarre reason, he began to take a turn for the worse. She then went to prepare a meal for their patient and guest. Unlike in their world, she took initiative to do things for herself as oppose to order around others to do it for her.
Much later in the day, she returned with a tray of fresh fruit, bread, a whole roast chicken and a pitcher of wine and water. These were all delicacies in the other realm, but in their world, it was food for everyone. And Alistair was more the guest of honor than considered a casual citizen of Mabon. Just as she was out of place in his world, he would be out of place in hers, but she would make him feel as welcome as she could for she wanted him to feel comfortable and not awkward or uneasy.
She placed the things at the side table, looking at Alistair and trying to determine if he was awake or not. She placed her hand on his forehead. He was still a bit warm, but he was progressively getting better. Of course it would not be a matter of a day before he was completely healed but each moment meant one of recovery. |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 23:35:40 GMT -5
Maeve could feel him getting restless all over again. You must rest, she said, repeating the words of Haldir as she was trying to stress how imperative it was for him to do so. He would not get far in his current position, and it was probably a good thing he was unfamiliar with this place and therefore, unable to make a run for it. She would not have to fear for his safety...even though she did not want to keep him against his will either. She would just have to convince him to stay.
You are in Mabon. It is the world of my people, the faery realm. She was very proud of this world created for her kind, and valued every moment she was in it, never taking it for granted for she did not know how much longer they had. Of course, this sort of negativity was often lost in her mind until she really sat down and thought about it. Her home was far too beautiful to have such cynical thoughts in. No harm can come to you here, which is why you must rest as much as you can for you are still recovering from your mortal wound that nearly took your life.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 20:19:34 GMT -5
Maeve was so relieved to hear his voice, no matter how weak or confused it was. She knelt down at the side of the bed, smiling at the man who had once saved the very faery who now had saved him. Alistair, she said in a soft voice. Dear Alistair, she said once again. He was coherent enough to have recognized her, even though they had not see one another in many years. And to hear that he even still remembered her was a great relief. It would hopefully cause less alarm in him and therefore, be easy to convince him to stay in Mabon until he was fully healthy again.
You are safe here, She assured him, in case he was wary of his location. He was a nomad after all, and therefore could not be used to being forced into a location that he had no knowledge of. How are you feeling? He asked, knowing that he would be alright, but it was a process and not something that would magically disappear in a matter of minutes. They may have magical abilities, but even they had limitations and conditions.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 20:14:28 GMT -5
The diamond. It represented two things, but Maeve had a feeling that her hesitations were unrelated to bravery, and more the fidelity of love. Had someone she loved betrayed her? Was it the other way around? These were very personal questions and to abruptly ask them would be far too rude. She wanted to know, but could only ask in a way that did not make Isadora feel uncomfortable since she sensed her discomfort in this subject was already rather significant.
The poor girl looked so unsure; so worried. Maeve leaned over a bit and gently placed her hand on top of the Princess'. Go on My Lady. She gently urged, without sounding like she was pressuring her. Anything you say to me will no leave this room, or be spoken to anyone else. She was not sure how to convince her to trust her... as much as she wanted to, she knew it was a process. And yet, she could not help but feel optimistic because Isadora was already opening up to her, even if it was just a little and bit by bit.
So tell me. What is it regarding the fidelity of love that troubles you and causes you this much worry and despair. Love should be a happy occasion! No matter who the other was and to feel this much angst from this extremely kind woman...well, it really did break Maeve's heart. She deserved to be happy, as did everyone, but this woman had displayed a unique goodness that was not common in this world anymore. Perhaps we could start by discussing who this very fortunate man is, She said with a kind, encouraging smile. Maybe talking about the man himself would start this conversation off with a bit more positive energy.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 18:00:08 GMT -5
Maeve listened carefully as he answered her question regarding who looked after him. She felt her heart break for him when he said that he had no parents, no family, and that his caretakers were those who did care for him, were stable workers. And yet, he seemed very content with his life, and she felt the joy he had being around his companions every moment of every day. It made sense for him to be found in the woods, but she could not help but have wished a better upbringing for him, a more comfortable one for him.
Know that you are not alone in this world my child. That there are those who will always be there for you. She was not just talking about the horses, she was now talking as a representation for her entire race. She wanted to explain things to him, explain why it was that he was left in the woods, and how it was that he could communicate with horses through this natural inherited gift of his. Are you able to leave tonight for a little while? I can send Mirshann to bring you for there is something I would like to show you. Her world; her realm. She wanted to introduce him to where she was from, as she felt that those with magic should realize that they have the support of others like them. Especially for him; he was living in Camelot...such a dangerous place for a young boy with magical abilities. ( Ohh really?! I didn't know that! Hahah thats so cool! Hopefully you don't understand Elvish because I'm pretty sure I have massacred the language but thats awesome that your first language is Finnish!! ) [/blockquote] |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 14:43:16 GMT -5
Maeve felt rather relieved that Isadora did not feel any apparent annoyance at her question, nor did she seemed offended that a merchant would ask her such things. She wanted her to open up though. That was the reason they were in the privacy of her home and not out on the street. Maeve could not help but continue to be so curious, and without force, slowly allow the truth to be revealed. This would of course take time for Maeve knew the hesitancy to trust others, even if she tended to trust far too easily. It was a weakness and she feared would one day be her ultimate downfall.
Is it the necklace itself that you felt you did not deserve, She paused for a moment, having a feeling that it was not the material object that the Princes did not want to take, but rather the symbolism. As a Princess and future Queen, Maeve was rather certain that Isadora was used to be given gifts of extravagance. She had the wealth as well to purchase whatever she pleased, so there was something more that prevented her from taking this particular piece of jewelry.
Of course, Maeve felt the need to ask instead of trusting her intuition for as she previously noted, she wanted to build this woman's trust; not blurt out assumptions and reach her own conclusions. Or was it the attributes associated with it? She looked at her curiously and innocently, not wanting her to think that Maeve would judge her for any answer she would give. Or would she not be too concerned with the opinion of a merchant? Maeve was still learning about this woman, and so far... she was pleasantly surprise by her nature.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 13:32:59 GMT -5
This poor girl! Maeve felt so much pain and suffering from her. What had happened to her to cause such things? It was devastating indeed, and Maeve felt the urgent need to help this poor delicate girl. She gently moved the girl's arm so that it was around Maeve's shoulder as this would provide her with the extra support to walk, for she looked like she desperately needed it. It's alright, She spoke in a soothing voice, hoping it would offer some comfort to her. Though she looked like she was on the verge of collapsing so Maeve was not sure how much she was processing right now.
I am Maeve. Please permit me to help you. She said this with the hope that the girl would not be alarmed or way to let Maeve lead her to somewhere that she could gather her strength once again. I am going to take you to a motel so that you can rest and recuperate. She began to lead her to the closest one. She did not think the girl would appreciate the large noise of the crowd, but of course, Maeve could be wrong. Oh, so much pain was emanating from this girl, that Maeve could not help but let some tears form in her eyes. It was heartbreaking what this girl felt right now, and it made Maeve rather sad, even if she did not know her.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 12:09:55 GMT -5
Maeve was in Camelot for much longer than she had initially intended. It was a dangerous city, and yet was one that held so much promise. She had already met so many interesting individuals, many of which were practitioners of magic and those who had the inherit gift of it. Who knew that in a city with such strict laws against it, would be the one which held so many of those people. Maeve was one of these people, though her intentions here were not that of a commoner. She was in desperate search of aid, and would of course, never give up until she found it, or until her race came to a complete end. She hoped the first option was the one that would occur.
As she walked the streets, searching for a suitable place to set up her small stall. She had her hood up and her cloak flowing freely, leaving a bit of a trail behind her. Her thoughts of finding a decent spot were distracted however when she felt something. It was a great weakness...something was not right. Maeve turned to see a young frail woman, who looked as if she could barley walk. Maeve sensed something else unique from her, but that was something she could not place. First things first, she had the instinctive need to help this poor girl. Did she need aid through magical means? Or was there a more simple cure to her situation?
Either way, Maeve did not hesitate. She rushed to the woman's side, gently placing one hand on her shoulder. My dear, are you alright? She asked her in a soft and genuinely concerned voice.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 11:41:22 GMT -5
Maeve was not a true merchant, but appearance was all that mattered. She was in Camelot, one of the most dangerous cities to be in especially if one possessed magic within them, or practiced it in any way. It was for this reason that she kept her hood securely over her head, concealing her pointed ears and thus hiding the one distinguishing feature that would arouse suspicion. It was the one thing that physically differentiated her from being human. While she was not ashamed of it, she was cautious for it was not only her life at stake, but the lives of her people.
And that was the reason she was exposed in this world. She did not like leaving her home but such things had to be done. She had been back and forth since the Great Purge and then number of her race drastically declined. She had traveled all distances of the world, just to find someone who could help her. So far, she was not successful and yet, that would still not discourage her. She was hopeful and had faith that somewhere in this world, there was someone who would be willing to help her.
She carried a bag with her that contained all of her jewelry and ornaments that she planned on selling. They had a foreign appearance to them though she would never disclose the fact that they were from her realm of Mabon. No. She had to keep this truth to herself, and thus far, there were only very few who knew. As she walked down the streets, different voices could be heard of the people. Some conversing in conversation, some arguing, some merchants calling for customers. There was one voice in particular that caught her attention. Not because he was selling something of interest to her, but because there was an odd familiarity about him.
She stopped and looked at the man selling fireworks. That was when she realized, she had met him before. He had been but a child, but her memory was strong as she had met with his emperor, seeking aid on behalf of her kind. She took a few steps towards him, so that no others would hear what she was about to say. She knew this was risky, but he had magic within him and she felt that that bond alone was enough to prevent him from putting her in danger with the authorities. Of course, this kind of mindset made Maeve far too trusting, but she still was not ready to just walk by and let this go.
A son of Da Shi so far from the East. Her voice was soft and the tone was not in the least bit threatening or accusatory. She merely wanted it to be known that she knew who he was, that she knew his father, and the emperor. Though it had been many many years ago, her journey to the far East was not so easily forgotten.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 0:23:00 GMT -5
Thank you She said in a soft, gently voice. She thought it very kind of him to use what little breath he had on paying polite compliments regarding her name. When he was well enough engage in a less than strenuous conversation with her, then she would inquire as to where he thought he recognized her name. She had to admit that with doing this, she was very nervous, very unsure of what his reaction would be as she was risking word of her abilities spreading throughout Albion. But, she could not stand by and let a man die just because she was fearful of the consequences. Her beliefs would not allow her to do this.
She helped him lie down, but still had him sit in an upright position. She gently touched his forehead and closed her eyes, searching for the wound that violently affected him. Was it something she could heal right now? Yes. Thankfully it was and she would not have to take him to the healer in her world. She was not sure if she was ready to take that much of a risk, and fortunately, would not have to discover if she truly would.
Aa i' luth en' i' faerie phreng fallan ilya i' jivvviim tanya mhaor llie She began to speak in a whispered voice. She felt her strength draining from her, yet filling him, as she silently used the power she had within her to seal the wound that had caused so much bleeding in him, and restore his health. Aa ta llie dost ol She prayed this was working, but could not yet open her eyes as she was too deep in concentration to risk in-completing this healing process.
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Post by Maeve on Sept 20, 2010 0:08:49 GMT -5
She heard him mutter a few words and began to gently stroke his forehead. Na aul adon amin toror. Be in peace my brother. She did not like to see him so restless though she imagined with a gift such as his, most nights would render him so. Yet in her world, in her realm, she wished peace upon everyone, she wished them ease of mind. And she was fully aware that the pain he was experiencing was making him even more restless.
She looked at Haldir with hopeful eyes, sensing his reaction and his comfort with the ways things were going to end. Alistair would most definitely survive. Just as you did not fail us, we will not abandon you dear Alistair. She hoped somewhere, deep in his mind, he could hear her words and seek reassurance in them. She removed her hand so that Haldir could continue his work.
He put the bottle of a healing liquid to his lips and tilted it into his mouth before beginning to speak.
aa i' luth en' i' faerie phreng fallan ilya i' jivvviim tanya mhaor llie
He uttered a few more words before turning to Maeve. He needs time to rest and heal. He informed her, purposely saying it in English so that if any part of Alistair was conscious, he would understand the circumstance.
Diol llie She thanked, extremely grateful for his aid for in her world, she did not even have to command someone to do something that was right; they knew within themselves what was required. She continued to sit next to Alistair, taking a warm cloth and beginning to wipe the perspiration from his forehead.
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