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She didn’t feel safe sleeping alone at night. Mal had gone off to hunt for the serpent but she was here, in the Barrel. It was disgusting and she missed him so much it hurt but she wasn’t alone now.
A hand, not touching, unable to touch, not yet, hovered above the bare skin of her neck. Inej Ghafa looked down at her, only her eyes visible in her wraith costume.
“Hello, Alina,” she said. She never called her saint or sun summoner these days, not now, but Alina knew she still thought it, “How have you been this evening?”