The'ara wasn't about to argue she didn't believe in Fate. She had leaned after him when they parted and the tiniest whimper escaped her. Her eyes slid over to the bottle of wine and goblets then back to Chezlar again.
"Drink?" She could use a drink. And an excuse to sit down.
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