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“Meaning he can leave anytime he wants.”
“He is a guest, not a prisoner—but even were he to be a prisoner, I have become too diminished to maintain a cell for either him or Mandoran for long. Mandoran did ask,” she added. “He is also very, very worried about Annarion.”
“Is Teela less worried than she was?”
“No, dear. I would say she is vastly more worried than she was.”
Tain grimaced. Teela worried was about as much fun as Marcus enraged.
“Did I come at a bad time?” Moran asked, entering the conversation.
“No!” Kaylin said, before Helen could reply, although it was to Helen she’d directed the question.
“In my experience,” Helen replied, with a gentle smile, “there is never a good or a bad time. There is only time. Please, eat. You haven’t had dinner yet, and neither has Kaylin.” She turned to Tain. “I don’t believe we’ve met, and I am not always conversant with the social customs of my guests.”
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