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“So, I guess we’re doing this?” Zazzalil asked.
“Not getting cold feet, are you?” Jemilla replied.
Zazzalil shook her head. “No, of course not, I’m just…nervous. I’ve never really…married anyone…”
“It’ll be fine, Zazzalil,” Jemilla assured. “We can get married by the firelight, and we can get away from the others if we want some time just to talk by ourselves.”
“And nothing will stop us from being together,” Zazzalil said with a small smile. “Because if we can survive fire, we can survive anything.”
“Of course,” Jemilla said, pulling Zazzalil in for a soft, sweet, loving kiss.