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The sun is slowly setting, lit up huge and red behind the rooftops that are now visible behind the great stone Wall in front of them, and the meadow that lies between them and their destination suddenly seems much too small. There is hardly any space between here and there and she feels suffocated with something that manages to be entirely worse than silver chains or strange promises.

There's nothing left - because everything is right there.

Her fingers tighten automatically around his arm, rather obviously hesitating.

"Do you really want this?" she asks - and it's utterly pathetic just how much she wants him to say no. "For I have misgivings."