[ She glows at the nickname, the image of what that might be to him, in the snow of Fjerdan. She savors this feeling of joining, being seen, accepted, and valued by him as she sees, accepts, and treasures him.
She has to bite her lip to try and break her grin, but it doesn't work, she smiles all the way through it. ]
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She has to bite her lip to try and break her grin, but it doesn't work, she smiles all the way through it. ]
Have I? What's that?