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Nithel wanted to be near Alessio, but there were things he couldn’t give him. And eavesdropping on conversations was not something he wished to do.

Nithel looked away while Alessio and Brendin spoke. Thinking. Considering. Going over the moments before he had stepped through the door of Amit’s shop… and fell through stone. He went over all of it in his mind… Thoughts in Samawi…

Then he glanced up, eyes going from the strange woman to the dragon. He listened to understand.

“You have my thanks for the offer, but I must decline.” Her tone was deep but flowed like the sap of aspens. Intoxicating if one allowed.

Nithel’s flushed face was close to blank, except his eyes, which were clearly pondering as he looked at her, then stared at her feet.

Alessio said something. Sadomasochistic… mumarasat aljins wal’alm? Nithel’s eyes filled with sadness. Pain in his chest. limadha austukhdimat dhlk?

Nithel’s brows lifted as he looked toward the giant lizard.  “I understand both of your concern. But I assure you, I cannot fit through that doorway.” Sweat dripped down Nithel’s face, plastering his untethered hair to his neck.

He liked the heat, but he could barely breathe. Nithel ran his tongue over his lips, and waited for them to come to a decision. <i>Wh</i>- His eyes widened. The doorway was…. Noy. Again.

His eyes darted from the hole to Alessio, then Brendin. His chest tightened, and he found it hard to breathe for another reason. limadha yurid syd hdha almakan ‘an nabqaa meana?

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