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Rowenna did not know some of the words Nydfara used as he gazed out over the crowd; they sounded Gondorian. But she thought she got the gist of his meaning: maybe it would not matter whether she said yes or no to whether he could trust her? As if it did not depend on her answer at all? He spoke again before she could follow that thread of thought any further.
“And perhaps, it depends upon what you mean by trust." He looked down at her and said more than she had ever heard from him. They were wise words, which suggested that they had been dearly bought. "...what you can trust me with, and why you would wish to do so?”
His eyes were on fire in a way she had never seen before. This meant more to him than most things he had said. Her heart's pace quickened. She would not have wanted to tear her eyes away from his had she realized that she was gazing at them with such rapt attention. She was on the verge of spilling out her soul in words she might regret. It scared her more than anything had in a long, long time. She blinked and looked away from him and stared unseeing across the dance floor before answering.
"Oh, I suppose I was thinking of the story of my past, though that is no secret. You have probably heard somewhat of it already."
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