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She was haughty, in her subtle way, and he admired her for this. Pride was all many creatures had in the world, and as long as she kept that, she would survive. Stubbornness was equally as important—that was, after all, how he had survived four years and four fires that screamed his name. He tilted his head slightly, eyeing the girl with silent praise.
“Yes, but yer probably best not stayin’ on yer own too long,” he warned her gently. “I did for a while and it was hard livin’.” He did not warn her about the monsters of the unfamiliar world, the men like those Rowan had fretted over in her stories about travel from the land she called Europe. It would do not good for him to frighten the child yet, so he held back this information.
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