[ He has a steadier hand than she does, surely. Bastien. Fair, to say so, but surely he wouldn't so blithely. Yes, Byerly stumbles sometimes into hurting her without meaning to as she does him, but surely not like that. Not here when they are like this.
How little it takes to calm her, how little to fright.
What else could—
She relaxes, head curving down to his shoulder. A startled flock returning to its pond. ]
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How little it takes to calm her, how little to fright.
What else could—
She relaxes, head curving down to his shoulder. A startled flock returning to its pond. ]
Lady Rutyer, you mean.