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Kiria
“It’s not up to you.” Kiria put her hands on her hips. “I won’t stand by while you die for me.”
“You’d be in incredible danger,” Chetana protested, tidying the few items in her tent. Her movements were brisk, efficient, almost too neat. There were no superfluous gestures, all was tight and rigid with nerves.
“I can just open my eyes,” Kiria insisted. “I don’t have to believe it.” You do. The words remained unspoken. She gently touched Chetana’s wrist. “I want to be there for you.”
Chetana straightened and sighed. “I cannot guarantee that this will work.”
“But you think it will?”
“I think it could.”
Kiria bit her lip, shooing away images of Chetana lying lifeless on the ground. What Chetana needed was encouragement. “No one can get to the palace more quickly or effectively
