[ Her nod is small, watching his face and it's cascade of - everything it seemed. Ah to be young and in love. How wretched, how painful, how glorious a thing it was to be. He looked torn up at so much as a chance. ]
In the Barrayar camp. With Maine. [ a grimace, because she can't be sure. ] So the last I saw her.
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In the Barrayar camp. With Maine. [ a grimace, because she can't be sure. ] So the last I saw her.