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Yevaud
At a word from Ana Yevaud flew to her side, and offered his arm, with concern evident in his eyes he asked "Are you ok? You shouldn't tax yourself so." He bit his lip then, wary of another scolding from her, and reminded himself that she had indeed been through events that would have broken a great many elves, and had come out only little worse for wear, the odd drowish word inserted carelessly into a sentence, or an odd inflection to her voice, but although he had never laid a finger on her without her express permission she did not recoil from his touch when invited, a promising sign that she was not broken in spirit.
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