[ the indignation drains out of her. no more righteousness. alina ducks her head, a little chastened by his calm, by the fact that he doesn't rise to debate her. the venom he'd shown her in their early days here dissipated. hers lingers, but it only seems to be hurting her. ]
Sure. [ she smooths her hands over her kefta — the black one, the one he'd given her, the one that marked her — and draws herself up alongside him. ] What is it?
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Sure. [ she smooths her hands over her kefta — the black one, the one he'd given her, the one that marked her — and draws herself up alongside him. ] What is it?