[ She hears the change in tone, and again, she falters. The last thing she wants to do is provoke his ire.
She inclines her head, pressing her lips together as she gathers her resolve. ]
This, Moon Surpeme. [ Her hand raises to her chest, and she places it over her heart. Knowing that his back remains turned, he specifies: ] What's held here, inside.
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She inclines her head, pressing her lips together as she gathers her resolve. ]
This, Moon Surpeme. [ Her hand raises to her chest, and she places it over her heart. Knowing that his back remains turned, he specifies: ] What's held here, inside.