[ dammit. damn him. her jaw tightens at that look, stomach clenching. no, she'll find another way to evade that question. that fantasy of another vorbarr sultana never had lost its grip on her entirely, the idea of running away... she can't show it. she's never learned to school her face into that impassive mask the way her sister does, but she can damn sure keep herself looking angry. ]
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Why?