10/03/2026 09:05

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She stroked her thumb along the fish's scales. Alviarin had heard of a few stilled women who managed to survive, but she would doubt those stories until she met one. He was too stunned for words, too stunned even to gape. Eyelids fluttering, she fought for coherence.

Talking seems to help a mite. And not that much inside, really. He worked his mouth to find moisture. This woman could channel, too, if not to any high degree.