[It wouldn't be right, to say Darras lets her go, because if she's going, she's going. He doesn't hold to her, is what he doesn't do. Falls back when she shoves him, watches her move across the room to collect her shift, or find new clothes, or just walk around to torment him as she is, whatever she chooses to do. His neck feels warm from the press of her, still, little prickles where her lips had been, mumbling those words.
Oh, right. There were words. Darras raises himself up onto one elbow, looking about.]
Your inheritance is very far away from here. So you've really got my things in here? Where do I take 'em now?
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Oh, right. There were words. Darras raises himself up onto one elbow, looking about.]
Your inheritance is very far away from here. So you've really got my things in here? Where do I take 'em now?