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... apse onto a fallen log. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
Jaenor couldn’t explain why, but he worried for her deeply. They hadn’t known each other long, yet in his mind, she already felt like family.
"I’ll live," she said with a tired smile.
"But that was closer than I like to admit."
Darian was already at her side, checking her wounds, cleaning the cuts from the ice spears with water from his pack. "I don’t like these witch duels."
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