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A night or two. That was fine, although Euphemia couldn’t help but be saddened by it. She had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that Tullio was a friend heaven-sent, and would stay quite a while.

However, it was a beautiful thing to see someone rise again and again. She had seen the man recover from the dreadful snowstorm, and here again he was rising above the odds, looking for a familiar loved one. Oh, to be familiar! Oh, to be a loved one!

She gently bumped his shoulder to steer the man within the caldera that cradled Frostfang Vale. At the bottom was a lake, which collected mineral-rich run-off from the craggy mountains around it, and was the perfect place to wash after harsh travel.

As they came to the water’s edge, Euphemia stopped prematurely and sat a few feet away, unsure if he would request privacy or rest, or if it was a good idea for her to fetch him a meal from the caches. But, instead of any of these options, the woman inquired curiously, Who is your family member?, despite the chances of them knowing each other, or recognizing their name, being close to none.

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