"No, don't cry my lord,"whispered Yanithë, tears forming in her own eyes. She could not stand to see others cry and that was her "weakness". She searched for his hand and grasped it in comfort.
"I believe a new day has arrived. With this journey, I believe all of our lives will be changed. Perhaps for the better." She smiled, looking him in the eyes. A new day would dawn.
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