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“Come on,' he coaxed. 'A few more feet and you can sleep.'

She didn't move. As if she couldn't.

He told himself it was because she'd fainted and might not be sturdy, but he walked back to her. Crouched and picked her up in his arms, pack and all.

She said nothing. Absolutely nothing.

But he knew it was coming- that storm. Knew that Nesta would speak again, and when she did, he'd better be ready to weather it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames