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Eostre followed silently, perhaps a bit reluctantly after their now decided leader. Though she supposed to herself it didn't matter, perhaps it was better if Meghan took momentary lead. She had no desire to, after all. At least, not through the village. It was a place unfamiliar, partly destroyed, if only for the emotions that trickled through the empty houses.
It could be destroyed, she thought to herself. It could be different. And Bregoware could be just like it...
She had no desire to see where the bodies had been burnt. They were just a reminder of what had gone on. "I have no great desire to see the location," Eostre said; voice a murmur, but not the sort of respectful murmur grieving the dead—the tone of grief was there, but overwhelmed by the simple need to remain quiet if she had to be. "Lead on, then."
It would be better, the sooner they reached Sythric and could carry on...
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