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Finėwen stood there watching all the others. There was not much she could say. What would she say? Everybody else seemed to be handling things well. Or from what she understood. Everything seemed to have gone by in one big blur and it was only getting blurrier. She listened to them speaking, about Lira. She glanced at Lira. Dying, seemed like a wonderful thing. Finėwen had always hoped to die in honour.
Well, it seemed as if their task was nearly over. Wondering what lay ahead of her after this trip, Finėwen continued to listen, half paying attention, though for a moment it seemed as silence had overtaken the group. Mourning for those lost, Finėwen assumed.
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