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The fear of loss would have surely been felt by both had the pair not given the other a chance. Perhaps it was that rejection she needed to humble her rampant instinct, or perhaps the time a part to clear her head. Regardless, she was glad she came into this situation under a receptive light allowing herself the opportunity to receive the olive branch offered by her dear friend in his confession.
Peace. She was at peace once more and to her pleasure, she was not to dwell within it alone. Though she said nothing regarding his promise the Issor had every intention of holding him to it. Would nothing like this come between them again? Only the ancestors were endowed with the ability to see what would come and the earthbound Nomad did not envy them for that gift. She only hoped that they would watch and guide their steps as they walked together and made the path favorable for the promise to remain true. She would place her faith in them as well as herself and Jaden.
The part was spanned just a little more for him to take his gift from her. To oblige his request she pulled her hair from around one shoulder to gather at the other leaving her neck expose for him to fix the necklace around.
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