Swallowing, she opened her mouth twice before any words came out. Or she could. A sudden ache climbed the back of its neck; a faint weakness washed along its limbs. The eyes watching her were suddenly sharper.
It was not widely known what made Elayne more important than any other noble with a strong claim to a throne. The thick wool was hot and itchy and scratchy on her welts, and she welcomed it as though it were silk. That faint blush returned to her cheeks. Sorilea hesitated, then nodded; the flaying glare faded to her usual cantan-kerousness.
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