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Rygel and Crais looked at Aeryn sitting on the floor of the cargo bay. She hadn't moved from that spot for arns.
"Areyn. You must get some rest. If you don't want to go back to your room, use mine."
"Or mine." A supreme sacrifice for a dominar, but one he was willing to make in this instance.
No response.
Just as they were about to leave, she spoke. The words harsh and painful.
"Take me to Valldon."
And as she looked away, a single tear fell.
