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... ming.
Levan had nor said much since they left their tent. There was no visible tension in his face, just the quiet, deliberate calm he wore when thinking too much. He ate little, his movements neat and unhurried, his gaze occasionally distant like his mind was still somewhere in the fog of the Expanse.
Ilaria took a sip from the cup before finally asking, "Did something happen on patrol?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
She hesitated. "...But you’re quieter than usua ...
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