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ELIZA (She has not yet dozed off when she hears a sound and sees Verloren creep over to whisper with Illek. She smiles to herself. She does not know the elf, but she is glad for her fellow princess. Surely, the poor girl deserves the company of the person she is obviously enamoured with. She snuggles closer to Blandamour. The sharpening autumn wind swirls around her hair and chills the cheek that she has left exposed. She pulls the blanket up further. This is happiness, she thought, to lay at night with your man, no noise but the crackling of the fire and the sibilant breathing of the party, counterpointed by Blandamour's soft snores. Gradually, her consciousness fades into a dream of flowers and rain.)
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