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“We can leave soon,” Siuan says. “I won’t make you spend our whole freeday on the dock.” Her hands dance, a net forming slowly in her lap.
“I don’t mind.”
“You don’t?”
Siuan is too lovely to look at directly. Instead, Moiraine studies where her edges touch the world. Flyaway strands of hair tickling the horizon, ripples of water around her foot, strong hands tightening knots.
“Surely,” Siuan teases, “a noblewoman has better things to do than watching a fishergirl at work.”
Struck by sudden boldness, Moiraine hooks her ankle around Siuan’s in the icy water. “Maybe I like watching.”