In my heart. [ He murmurs softly, carding a hand through Muscovy's hair ]
I will not wish, tithen pen. [ He promises, seeing the worry ] I do not even know if it would work, with Will gone. But I promised Celebrian I would not do it again, and it would hurt amil.
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I will not wish, tithen pen. [ He promises, seeing the worry ] I do not even know if it would work, with Will gone. But I promised Celebrian I would not do it again, and it would hurt amil.