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She is shocked to see the healer as she enters the dining room.

He stands near the long table, his sleeves pushed to his elbows, a faint shimmer of magic still fading from his fingers. He turns at the sound of her footsteps. Their eyes meet.

Something flickers across his expression-too fast to name. And as for her expression at the moment, even she cannot describe it.

He then clears his throat and steps away.

"I should go. Excuse me."

And with that, he is gone, cutting through ...