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"Thank you, Orėmir." Tasa murmered, gladly accepting the tea. She smiled as she inhaled the sweet scent, relaxing as she took a seat. She had never been able to resist a morning cup of tea; she smiled to see that her old companions remembered it.
Setting it on a rock for a moment to cool, she made her way back to her blankets, clearing the space swiftly. She pulled a pair of soft brown breeches and a pale blue shirt from her bags and changed behind a tree. She made her way to the stream to splash cold water on her face to clear her mind. She plaited her long hair swiftly, tucking random strands behind her slightly pointed ears. She came back, scooping up the cup and taking a place between the small fire and Orėmir.
"Do you think," she inquired quietly, nodding toward Malris, "that he will find what he seeks?"
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