Putting the pitcher back, he returned to his chair. Gripping the sword hilt in both hands above his head, blade slanted down, he rose onto the ball of one booted foot and stood motionless. Worrying about it did as much good as worrying whether a roof tile would fall on your head in the street tomorrow. / will not let you die.
It is not as if they aren't safe. You are a young man who has little idea where he is going or why, or what lies ahead. Nodding, she pressed fingers to his cheek. Even if they were lucky, the border of Andor lay at least ten days ahead.
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