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Dhiate tensed at the mention of Hadley. Amy knew that Thana had offered the information so they could get revenge on him, but it had still hurt Dhiate. The work halted, frozen and wide eyed. He managed to continue working, so Amy could pretend she hadn't noticed what Dhiate had done. She watched Thana pack up the stuff, the hawks slightly confused at leaving the presence of the ones they'd been leaving with.
Soon enough she was gone from sight, and Amy turned to Dhiate, pulling him into a brief tight hug before shoving him away again, pretending that she hadn't done such a thing. Come on. There's still a lot of bracelets to make. She had procured an awful lot of them with the hopes that Dhiate would get good at it. Glancing at what he held she smiled tightly. Better. She strode across, the wagon quietly rolling at her side as she returned to the cottage where they lived.
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