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he leans into her, breathes her in, and she doesn't invite it nor decline it. very few times has she ever come this close to a strange man without mother or sister at her side. it's almost thrilling, letting him almost touch her, explore her, get to know her. she does the same for him, tentatively; her nostrils flare and her lips part softly as she digs her nose into the ruff of his neck.

she peels herself away to meet his eyes again. those intense, brooding eyes. she wonders how many stories they hold, how many lives this man has lived. he's burly and rugged and certainly much older than her, and for some reason it feels as though he has her under a spell.

do you know where we are, sir kuvtak? she asks him then, her breath fanning over his chin.