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Verloren
She sniffeled and dried her eyes with the edge of his cloak, "Oh, look at me, crying like a foolish child!" she stamped her foot then seized his hands, "Anything is possible Illek! Believe me when I say it, for I know! I would love nothing more then for you to remain with Sir Blandamour and the rest! This Nataskia(do not look at me like that, I do not fear her or her name!), what she has done, it sickens me, and I don't want you going back; I will prevent you from going back if I must!" unable to help herself, she dropped his hands and hauled his face down to hers in a firey kiss, "Come then, we must get back to the paladin soon!" she snatched up her armour and threw it on while trying to buckle her sword belt on. Filled with renewed energy, she stepped on the way back and looked back at the elf with a large smile.
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