She sat groping for what she wanted to say, how she wanted to say it. Nervouscolon, actually. Once he'd toldher he was going to be a T'swi when he grew up. The brigades' packs and saddlebags were alreadypacked, ready for the next morning.
Undsvin found himself on his feet then. Romlar shrugged. Got it! Jerym waited. She stared at the blank receiver, then went back to her meal.
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