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Helian supposed he had struck a nerve. Though he wasn't surprised.

He regarded her with those brown eyes that looked like burnished gold when the light of the campfire reflected on the irides of his eyes.

If there is one thing he could do now, it was meet any stare and not waver. He could focus on all the details in the other person's eyes that he sometimes forgot he was looking at someone. The shapes in there could be so mesmerizing.

There were plenty of things he could say, but all of them could hurt her even more than she already was. He did not want a fight right now. And he was quite positive that neither did she.

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"I doubt you can recover your equipment." the Nord woman told Kashya.

"But I can help you get back on track. I am a moth priest, from the same order as Lysilde."