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Elvhen Numin

It took them less time to arrive at the Dalish camp as Zathrian took the lead. He walked swiftly, never stopping and never going anywhere but straight. Arawin watched him in amazement as it appeared the trees moved from his way. She couldn’t tell if this was an illusion created by his own magic, or if the forest just seemed to move out of his path due to respect or fear. She would have asked Lisha about it, except the hunter wasn’t near her.
Lisha had made her way toward the back, next to Sten, and as far away from Zathrian as possible. Arawin could tell that the two hated each other, not only because of how they acted now, but also from their blows back at the ruins. She wondered what it was that made Lisha disobey him. He was Keeper of the clan after all. Which meant that he was suppose to get some type of respect.
They walked for half a day before they reached the edge of the camp. Here, Zathrian stopped and turned to face Arawin and her companions. “Before we enter the camp,” said Zathrian. “There is something I need to know.”
“What is that?” Arawin asked, but Zathrian wasn’t looking at her. He had his eyes fixed and narrowed at Lisha.
Lisha gave him the same stare back. “What do you want to know, Zathrian?” she said. “Are you wanting to know if I’m going to spill your secret to the clan? Are you afraid of what they might do if they learned the truth?”
“I am not afraid of my own clan, but I would like to keep the truth from them. It would only make matters worse, and it is something we don’t need right now. Especially with the threat of the Blight.”
“You underestimate us,” snorted Lisha. “Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t tell them everything.”
“If you do, then I will not heal Dayno.”
It was probably something Lisha was expecting because her face never changed, but Arawin was caught off guard by it and began to fume again. “Oh no you don’t!” Arawin said getting in front of Zathrian. “Don’t you dare threaten to not heal somebody, especially her husband!”
“This is not your fight, Grey Warden,” Zathrian spat, glaring at Arawin. “I can feel Lisha’s intentions. They seep from her like pus seeps from an infected wound.”
“I don’t care what her intentions are! I need every single one of your hunters healed and ready to fight once I give the call to battle.” Arawin backed away from Zathrian and stood next to Lisha. “And if you don’t heal everyone, especially Dayno, then I will tell the clan everything.”
Zathrian growled at her. “You can’t be serious? They will not believe your word over mine.”
“Are you willing to bet that?” asked Arawin. “I’m sure they’d wonder why you didn’t heal someone who could have been saved.”
“I will heal him,” Zathrian said through his teeth. “But I want her to swear she will not say a word of what transpired at the ruins.”
Arawin looked over at Lisha who had not moved or taken her eyes off Zathrian since. “She doesn’t have to do anything,” Arawin said turning back to Zathrian. “I’m the Grey Warden here, and you have already given your word. Don’t you dare take it back.”
“He won’t take his word back from you,” said Lisha. “Nor will he not cure any of his people. But in order to stop all this foolishness, then fine. I swear I will not tell the truth.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Arawin said.
“But I must,” Lisha sighed. “I hope you can see now the poison he inflicts on his own people. They deserve to know the truth about what happened to their loved ones, and maybe one day you will tell them, Zathrian. That it was your own selfish ways that killed your clan.”
Zathrian half smiled. “You can spit your venom another time, Lisha. Right now if you wish for your husband to live we should be moving.”
When they entered the camp, Arawin stuck to Zathrian like barbs stick in animal hair. She was determined to make sure that he really did keep his word and made sure he healed everyone, including Dayno. Zathrian didn’t notice her, or he didn’t care. He reached his landship and taking out the heart began making the potion that would cure the hunters. Once he was done, he then gave the potion to Lanaya and left the area. Arawin watched him leave, wondering why he wasn’t staying to help with the healing. She was beginning to see why Lisha hated him so much. She was also beginning to think that her helping him get the heart might have been a bad idea. Arawin had acted on impulse. His plight had matched so well with hers that there was no thinking when everything happened. Arawin pushed back the thoughts and walked over to Lanaya. Just thinking about them would make her crazy.
Lanaya was Zathrian’s First, which meant that she would take over as Keeper once he had either passed on or simply left. Lanaya was fairly skilled and was already curing the sick as Arawin came up to her. She chanted a verse while gently pouring a small portion of the potion down their throats. Once she was done, she went on to the next, leaving the hunter she just cured to slowly wake up and breathe a sigh that Arawin knew meant that the curse was gone.
Arawin looked around at the hunters. “Which one is Dayno?” she asked.
Lanaya finished her verse before answering. “He is right over there, on the edge,” she said pointing to an elf on the far right.
Arawin saw him and knew him to be the elf she had seen earlier before they left for the heart. She went over to him and saw that he was even worse than last time. His skin was paler and his eyes looked glazed and bloodshot. He was sweating profusely and his breathing rattled. Arawin knelt beside him and taking the rag next to his head, dipped it into a bucket full of water and placed it on his forehead to cool him down.
“Don’t worry, Da’len,” she heard Lisha say behind her. “He will be cured soon.”
Arawin sighed, glad to have Lisha by her side again. She along with the others had gone their own ways once they reached the camp. Apparently no one wanted to be around Zathrian anymore except her, but she had only followed to make sure he made the cure.
Lisha knelt next to her and took the rag from Dayno’s forehead and dipped it in the bucket again. She wiped it around his face and down his arms. Arawin watched her as she lovingly cleaned her husband, taking off his soiled shirt and washing his chest. Once she was done, Lisha placed the blanket over him, up to his neck and kissed his forehead.
“Soon, my sweet,” she whispered. “Soon.”
Arawin could now see Dayno’s tattoo more clearly. It was in the same tree formation that was unanimous with the rest of the clan. Symmetrical as it went across his forehead, down his nose and across his chin. The only thing that wasn’t symmetrical was a leaf-shape that encircled his right eye. It was similar in shape to the wave that cascaded over Lisha’s own right eye. Arawin looked over at Lisha’s tattoo and knew the two right eyes to be the same. She found it fascinating and wanted to know what it meant, as well as why Lisha’s tattoo wasn’t symmetrical except for the waves on her forehead.
It wasn’t long before Lanaya made her way over to Dayno and gave him the potion. She whispered something to him in elvish then moved on to another. Instantly Arawin saw the change in him as the potion worked it’s magic. The pigment in his skin grew darker, and when he sighed out, in his breath, Arawin saw a darkness that steamed out and disappeared into the air. Lisha leaned over him and stroked his check. Quietly, Arawin stood. She slowly backed away, wanting to give the couple privacy as Dayno began to wake.
Lisha peered down at her husband with a loving expression. Dayno began to stir and slowly he opened his eyes and blinked at her. They stared at each other for a moment, lost in the others gaze.
“Iston o nîf gîn,” he said weakly. His hand came up to her face and he caressed her check. “Herves...”
Lisha placed her own hand over his and pressed it to her face. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, nodding her head. “Mae, Herven,” she whispered. “Im gelir ceni ad lín.” She opened her eyes again and they glistened with tears. “Man mathach?”
Dayno wiped away the tears with his thumb and brought her down close to kiss her. It was a weak kiss, but filled with love. “Penorven,” he said once their mouths parted.
This made Lisha chuckle as she brushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. “Iston. Posta, Herven. No ce ammaer ab lû thent.” She kissed him one last time before making to get up, but Dayno grabbed her arms, keeping her on the ground.
“Le no an-uir nîn?” he asked.
Lisha nodded, stroking his arm. “Mae. Ma'arlath, Herven.”
“Ma'arlath, Herves.” Dayno closed his eyes and laid back on the blanket. Lisha covered him with another blanket before hovering over him to kiss his forehead.
“Posta,” she said before completely lifting herself from the ground. She stared down at him with complete love before making her way. Dayno sighed one last time before he finally fell into a restful sleep.
***
Arawin wasn’t necessarily making her way toward the clearing where the trees of the dead were planted, but she found herself there anyway. She stood in front of the one she knew to be Ariel’s, where she first met Lisha. It was small, only coming up to her hips, and still too young for Arawin to know what type of tree it was. Gazing down at it, she began to feel a sense of sadness. She hated that such a young elf had to die due to another’s mistake, and that she had helped to keep that mistake going. Arawin knew and felt that she had done wrong, but there was no taking it back now.
“I’m sorry you had to die, Ariel,” she said softly. “I tried to make it better, but I guess I didn’t. I did save your dad, though, along with the rest of the hunters. I hope that makes up for any wrong I might have done.” Arawin stayed silent for a moment, listening to the sounds of the forest. “I just wanted to come and wish you peace. I hope you can find it.”
A breeze picked up causing Arawin to cover her eyes. When it calmed down, Arawin looked to find something caught in the sapling. It was a tiny blue flower. The very same kind that she had put in her hair on the day of her wedding. Picking it up, Arawin twirled it in her fingers. Another breeze blew and soon the tiny blue flower was joined by others, floating by her on the wind. When it stopped, Arawin looked over to see a tree growing only a few feet away from the sapling. Dangling from it were large clusters of the blue flowers.
How she had missed it until now, she didn’t know, as the brilliancy of the blue flowers against the green of the forest was intense. They came down from the tree in rows, making them look like water as they streamed down from the tree’s canopy. They were beautifully grouped together, and stunning as they floated on the wind.
Arawin found herself walking toward the tree and running her hand across the soft petals. Never had she seen anything so beautiful in her life. Not even the Vhenadahl could compare.
“Elvhen Numin,” came a soft voice behind her. Arawin turned to see Lisha standing next to her daughter’s sapling. She looked at her questioning, but also with a little fear. She wasn’t sure if Lisha would approve of her coming to her daughter’s grave without permission, but any fear that was within her disappeared at the hunter’s smile.
Lisha walked to the tree with the blue flowers and began caressing them herself. “Elf Tears,” she said. “Or the ‘People’s Tears’ depending on whose translating.” She plucked a flower and smiled at it as she twirled it in her fingers.
“I, um,” Arawin tried to say. “I just wanted to give my respects to Ariel.” Even though Lisha wasn’t angry, she still felt she should explain why she was there.
“And I thank you for that,” said Lisha. “That shows great respect for her as well as Dayno and I.”
“How is he?”
“He lives and will recover quickly. Dayno is a strong warrior. I know he will be fine in a day or two. Right now he sleeps, getting some needed rest and peace. I know he is grateful for what you did, just as the rest of the clan is.”
Arawin felt a weight on her heart. “Lisha... I... I feel like I did wrong...”
“Do not think of it, Da’len, you did what you thought was best. Do not let it eat at you.” Lisha took one of the vines the flowers were growing on and lifted it. “Did you know that these flowers only grow on trees that were planted over one of our fallen? No where else can you find them.”
“Really? I never knew that. I guess that would explain why I see very few of them. I wonder if that means someone is buried under the Vhenadahl in the alienage.”
“Perhaps, perhaps not,” said Lisha as she gazed up at the tree. “We aren’t exactly sure why they grow only on such trees. We think it might be an ancient spell cast long ago by our immortal ancestors. Why, is of course a mystery, as well as how, for we still do not fully understand their nature. In any case, they are seen as good omens, as the tears aren’t tears of sadness, but of joy. They only seem to bloom during happy occasions such as weddings, births, rites of passages, and even at such times as these. And the other curious thing is that they bloom on trees during such times only for family and friends. As you can see, this tree is in full bloom, and if you look around, you would find others, but not as nearly as happy as this one.”
Arawin looked around, and just as Lisha said, she could start to see little patches of blue amongst the green. These were not here when she had first came. Now they seemed to be everywhere, and Arawin felt that she was the reason they were blooming.
“So I take it this tree is someone you knew?” she asked.
“Tamlen,” Lisha said as she let the vine slide from her hand. “He was my best friend and very first love. We would have been married if he had not succumbed.”
“What happened?”
Lisha sighed as she looked at the tree. She went under the leaves and flowers and placed her hand on the bark. “He caught blight,” she said. “Our clan had come across a temple deep underground. Together, he and I went to explore it. We found darkspawn within, and soon came across a strange but beautiful mirror. I could feel something strange about it, and told Tamlen to leave it alone, but he was curious about it and touched it’s surface. I don’t really remember much that happened after that except there was a bright light and then I passed out. We were found later by the clan, Tamlen very sick. I was sick as well, but not nearly as bad as he was.
“I’m not really sure why I survived while he didn’t, but it haunted me when I learned of his death. Our Keeper, Marethari, was able to heal me, but not him. Although, I sometimes feel that I haven’t been completely cured of blight.”
“I don’t sense it in you,” said Arawin. “But I haven’t been a Grey Warden for long. If it’s still in you, it’s very small.”
Lisha nodded. “Blight can never be fully cured, and it would explain a few things, such as how it seemed to take forever to conceive Ariel. But at the moment of Tamlen’s death, I didn’t care that I was cured. I wanted to join him. We were suppose to take our hunting test to become full hunters before the discovery of the temple. Afterwards, once we were no longer apprentices, we were going to be joined, and hopefully raise a family, but all those dreams and hopes were dashed. I was so devastated by losing him I stopped hunting all together. Everything was falling apart for me. Not only had I lost my sister only years earlier, learning of her death, but now I had lost another thing I loved. It wasn’t until, Ashalle, the one who had raised me after my sister left, that I began to come out of my depression. She said that Tamlen wouldn’t want me to sulk for him. That it was not me and that he would want me to go on with my life and become a true hunter. The best that he knew I could be.
“So I did, Da’len. I went out into the forest alone and used a blind fold. It was the first time I ever hunted with one, and it was an idea that Tamlen had come up with. So when I went out, blind folded and alone, but actually knew I wasn’t. I could feel him with me. I could feel his presence beside me, helping me to find what I needed to find in order to pass. And I did. I killed a wolf that day. An alpha with a single arrow. My teacher was very pleased.”
Arawin nodded, looking up at the tree. “So is Tamlen blooming because you’re alive?”
“He’s blooming because not only did you help to save me but Dayno as well.” Lisha too looked up at the tree with a loving expression. “He’s happy that I’m happy.”
“So he approves of Dayno, then?” Arawin asked.
Lisha laughed slightly. “Of course he does. The day Dayno and I got married, his tree was in bloom. And the day I gave birth to my daughter this tree in particular was so full of flowers that you could see none of the green or brown. It was nothing more than a giant blue mound.”
“This tree?”
“The one we stand under right now is not the one he is buried under. His is planted far up north from here, next to the southern border of Antiva. This tree grew from a seed produced by the original. I planted it here so I could be close to Tamlen and still talk with him when ever we passed by this forest. You see, this clan barely ever goes up north, where my mother-clan mostly wanders. The only reason Dayno and I met was because my mother-clan was heading south, while Zathrian decided to steer north to try and avoid a new human settlement.”
“How did you two meet?” Arawin asked.
“Funny story, actually,” said Lisha. “It had been a year since I became a true hunter. Dayno was an apprentice still. You see, he is a year younger than me. Both of us were out hunting alone. He was out on his test hunt, while I was just gathering food for the clan. We both happen to be chasing after the same deer. When the deer ran into a bush, I shot an arrow, but at the last second, I saw something in the bush and moved my aim slightly to avoid hitting whatever it was. The arrow hit Dayno in the leg and he went spilling out of the bush. Needless to say, it was love at first sight for him. I thought he was handsome, but it took a little wooing from him to finally get through to me. I was still not over Tamlen quite yet, and it wasn’t until his tree produced these flowers for the first time that I knew he approved of Dayno.
“I know that might sound a little strange that I was waiting for the approval of my dead love to allow me to move on, but that’s just how I felt at the time. I did love Dayno, but I felt like I was betraying Tamlen for doing so.”
“For some reason that sounds familiar,” said Arawin, though as hard as she thought about it, she couldn’t place where that feeling was coming from.
“It’s not a feeling everyone has, cause not everyone has lost a loved one. Maybe you do and maybe you don’t. But yes, after I knew Tamlen approved I was able to fully open myself up to Dayno and I haven’t regretted anything about him ever since.”
Arawin looked back at Ariel’s little sapling. Some of the blue flowers that had blown off of Tamlen’s tree were stuck in the tiny branches. “So, did you plant her close to him so he could help her?”
Lisha nodded. “I knew that he would help guide her to the Creators. It’s a lonely and scary path to take, especially for a child. Tamlen will do well to lead her to where she needs to be.”
They were quiet for awhile, taking in the sights and smells of both the trees and flowers. Arawin wondered what it really all meant. Was Lisha’s old friend truly happy about what had happened?
“I think, though, that this might have a multiple purpose,” Lisha said breaking the silence.
Arawin wondered at her, trying to determine what she meant. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” Lisha smiled. “That what I was originally thinking before coming here is something neither of them would mind.” She gestured to both of the trees.
“I still don’t understand.”
“No, I don’t suppose you would,” said Lisha. “But come with me, Da’len. I have something I would like to offer you.”
***
Arawin followed Lisha through the trees and the camp all the way to the landship that she dwelt in. Lifting up the flap that served as a door, Lisha gestured for Arawin to go in first. When she did, Lisha followed and closed the flap. She then walked over to a chest in the far corner.
Arawin looked around at the inside of the landship. It was bigger on the inside than what she saw from the outside. Next to the chest that Lisha had opened and was looking through was a decorated bed with vines growing all around it. Arawin examined them but couldn’t determine if the vines were actually part of the bed or just growing on the frame. The walls were covered with paintings and writings. The paintings were beautiful. They depicted different scenes of nature; trees, waterfalls, mountains. Arawin got closer to them to examine the great details that went with every scene. As she got closer to a certain one that depicted a scene of a golden field with a sunrise, she kicked another bedpost. Arawin looked down to see that the bed she just ran into was similar to the one on the other side of the room, but smaller. She looked down at it, saddened to know that it would probably never be used again.
“Here we are,” said Lisha as she pulled several things from the chest. She placed them on the bed and turned to Arawin. “Da’len, this is what I would like for you to have.”
Arawin walked to the bed and saw a new set of Dalish armor and a longbow. She picked up the armor and examined it. The armor looked old but was in excellent shape. It was dark gray in color and felt sturdy but also very flexible.
“It was my old armor,” said Lisha. “I had it reinforced as I thought to give it to my daughter once she came of age.”
Arawin turned to Lisha with shocked wonderment. “Lisha... I can’t take this. Not if--”
Lisha only smiled. “Do not think of it, Da’len. Who else would I give it to but you? Ariel is no longer here to receive her mother’s heirlooms.”
“But there are other Dalish children here who would be happy to receive it. And I’m sure they are more worthy of such a gift than I am.”
“No,” Lisha said shaking her head. “You are worthy, and it is to whom I wish that shall receive my things.” She gently took the armor from Arawin and touched it softly. “This armor is old, and has been in my family for generations. It was enchanted by a very powerful Keeper long ago in the Exalted Age, so it’s enchantment is much more powerful than the one you currently are wearing. No one who has ever worn it has suffered or died from a serious injury. It was my mother’s, then my sister’s, then before she left, she passed it on to me. Now, I accept you as my daughter, Arawin, and I pass it on to you. Of course, it is only if you accept.” She lifted the armor in front of her, presenting it.
Arawin was moved and felt warmth in her heart. It had been so long since she had a mother figure in her life. She didn’t realize how much she wanted this. “I do,” she said softly taking the armor and bowing to her. “Thank you, Lisha. I will wear this with honor.”
“That is all I ask.” Lisha’s smile was brightened by the light tears in her eyes. “Then I hope you also accept this,” she said grabbing the longbow and handing it to Arawin.
Arawin gazed at it. The bow was giant, but no longer than the one she carried now. Beautifully carved, the wood of the bow was a rich dark brown. She took it and felt it’s light weight, as well as it’s bend ability. She could tell it was a very superior weapon, as there also seemed to be a hum coming from the bow. A soft song of sorts that intoxicated and tickled Arawin’s senses. “This isn’t another heirloom, is it?” she asked.
“It is a bow with an unknown history, but yes, I suppose you could say that. Again, I had it cleaned and refinished so that I could give it to Ariel. The wood is a rare materiel, dragonthorn. Very sturdy, but flexible and able to keep it’s shape even in extreme situations. The bows name is Far Song, and it actually is an heirloom from Dayno’s family. And don’t worry,” she stated seeing Arawin’s face. “After what you did for us, I know he would want you to have it.”
Arawin was speechless. Not only was she being given a fine set of armor, but also a bow that she knew she may not be able to use. It was powerful, maybe too powerful for her. She tested it, yet found the string easy to pull back. The light weight of the wood also made it easy to aim. She marveled at it again, wondering how she could be so lucky.
“I... I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “Thank you... Ma serannas...”
“Glassen, Iell.”
Arawin put the bow down and took Lisha in a deep embrace. The older elf hugged her back, and they stood within the hug for a long moment before they finally released one another.
“Is... is there anything I can do for you?” Arawin asked.
“Just be happy,” Lisha said with a smile. “Well... I guess there is one thing you could do.” Lisha went over to the other side of the large bed and began looking through a set of drawers. She searched all around before finding what she was looking for. “I thought I had almost lost these,” she said walking back to Arawin and handing her a pair of gloves. Arawin recognized them as leather Dalish gloves. They were very beautiful but tough.
“What do you want me to do with these?” Arawin asked as she took the gloves.
“They are Zevran’s mother’s. I thought he would like to have them since the ones he had long ago were taken from him. They are different though, from the ones he described. They were more ceremonial gloves, while these are actually for battle purposes. Hand to hand fighting, as Azrielya was good with the bow, she was also good with blades.”
“Don’t you think it would be best if you gave them to him?”
Lisha sighed. “You must understand, this is new to him. He grew up in a world without a mother’s love, nor with any other love from someone who could take that place. Zevran needs to come to terms with the information I have given him on his own. It cannot be forced.”
Arawin looked at the gloves then back at Lisha. She was slightly confused. Arawin did know what it was like to have a mother’s love, and still didn’t understand why Zevran was shying away from it. To her, it was the best thing in the world, which was why she was so grateful to Lisha for giving her that feeling again. Zevran could have it too if he only allowed it.
“Do not force him,” Lisha said as if she was reading Arawin’s mind. She gave her the classical motherly warning look. “Give him the gloves, then let him do what he needs to in order to come to terms. If in his heart he wants it, then he will come back.”
“And when he does, I’ll be with him,” Arawin said strongly.
Lisha smiled at her. “I would love to see both of you again, but that may not happen until the very end. You still have a lot of work to do and a lot of learning before you are prepared enough to face your ultimate task.”
“Yeah, I know,” Arawin said. She wasn’t sure how much more there was to do in order to prepare for the final battle against the darkspawn. But then something struck her about what Lisha had just said. Arawin had apparently thought Lisha wasn’t going anywhere, that she would come with them whenever she left, but that appeared to not be the case. She wasn’t sure why she had thought this. After all, Lisha was needed here more than anything, and especially with Dayno now awake, there was no reason for her to leave. Dayno would need her.
Arawin sighed from this realization that when it was time to leave the clan, it may be the last time she saw the older elf.
“You look sad, Iell. Might I ask what you are thinking?”
“I don’t want to leave,” said Arawin. “Being with the Dalish. Being with you. I feel like I belong. I feel... I feel like I’m someone here.”
“Perhaps,” Lisha said with a soft expression. “But you are also someone out there. A Grey Warden.”
“A wanted criminal.”
“You still gain respect. Grey Wardens are not to be messed around with. If the Crows can’t even take down a Grey Warden, what makes you think anyone else can? Not unless you let them.”
“That is true,” Arawin said. “But becoming a Grey Warden wasn’t my dream. Finding the Dalish was, because it was my mother’s dream. And now that I’ve found a clan. Now that I’ve found you... I don’t know what to do.”
Lisha took Arawin by the shoulders and faced her fully. The smile on her face warm and comforting. “If you wish, there is something else I can give you, but it will not be easy, or appropriate. Zathrian will definitely not approve.”
Arawin’s interest was piqued. “What is it?”
“If you are interested and you accept, then come with me, and I will make you a permanent member of my family. A true daughter of the Mahariel’s, and my heir.”
It was something almost too good to deny. “Alright,” Arawin said nodding her head. “Lead the way.”

All Sindarin belongs to JRR Tolkien
Sindarin translations (some will have pronunciations, some won't):
Iston o nîf gîn: I know your face
Herves (hair-vehss): Wife
Mae, Herven (May, hair-vehn): Yes, Husband
Im gelir ceni ad lín (Eem geh-leer keh-nee ahd leen): I am happy to see you again
Man mathach? (Mahn mah-thakh): How do you feel?
Penorven: Tired
Iston: I know
Posta: Rest
No ce ammaer ab lû thent (No kay ahm-myre ahb loo thehnt): May you be better soon
Le no an-uir nîn? (Lay no ahn-oo-ear neen): Will you be mine forever?
Glassen: You're Welcome
Iell: Daughter
Game Elvish:
Ma'arlath: I love you
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