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When he was gone, Aurienne allowed herself to fix Mordaunt's hair.
A living Mordaunt would never permit his hair to be in this state; the mess made him look like he must be dead.
It was the excuse she made for herself, anyway, as she ran her fingertips through silver-white strands.
There was no excuse for brushing a gentle hand along his cheek.

BACK AT MORDAUNT'S BEDSIDE, AURIENNE OFF-LOADED HER PILFERED goods onto his (her) bedside table. She descended to the kitchen to fetch boiling water for a few doses of bhreue.

Mordaunt was awake when she returned-still not quite himself, his eyes were unfocused and his greeting was uncharacteristically affectionate (“You're back. I missed you”).
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Osric wished to say something witty about how the woman holding his hand and dragging him to her bedchamber was the only thing tempting him into Something Naughty.
Gods, he was cold. Everyone had their collars open and glistened with a sheen of sweat, and he was frozen.
Was this how he was going to die? Hand in hand with Fairhrim on her mother's polished floor?