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“Thanks for telling me.” Davrin smiles gently. Rook looks at him, studying him, then shoots a quick smile back.
She’s never told anyone her story before, not her full story, at least. The Wardens know, of course, but even the ones she was closest to never got to know the worst of it.
Davrin is different, it seems. There’s something about his sincerity… the same sincerity that got under her skin initially, has since been settling deeper in her chest.
Blighted wounds do not heal, as she’s always learned, but Rook’s scarred and blighted heart feels lighter all the same.