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Kyria was a little startled when Elkamia jumped up from the table. "Excuse me," she called over her shoulder as she hurried away. It seemed as if a dog had somehow been injured, and the elf maiden believed she could help. Kyria, while sorry for the animal, decided to stay out of the way.
I don't heal, she thought. She grimaced as the thought pained her. No, I can't heal. But she didn't want to dwell on the thought. Not tonight, when the stars shine so brightly, and she should be happy. Still...
Kyria pushed away from the table. "Please excuse me, also," she said, rising and nodding to her new-found friend. "I have some unfinished business that would require my attention now. Thank you for your company, Tiruviel. It is always good to see a friendly face when you are a stranger in a strange place. I hope we shall see each other again. Soon! I should like to talk of many things." She stopped, and smiled. Then Kyria was gone, stealing across the room like a silent white shadow.
He was coming.
She must be ready.
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