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Ve stands back in position behind Rhys as if nothing ever happened, and they aren't even talking about her. Even though Rhys is dying to ask her questions he cannot make it so obvious by turning around now to look at her and even if he searched her face, even if he observed her body language for an eternity, there is no way he could find out what he needs to know. A long-lost memory coming back, a timid girl talking to him beside the pond, his favorite place, about training. He closes his eyes, his fingers pressing the fold in the napkin under his cutlery, and what did she say? A single sentence that gave nothing away. What did he do? He dismissed her completely, him wallowing in his own self-pity hurt her so much. What happened back then and what has happened since? He has never heard an