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Washing them was soothing. Even though she allowed her hands to redden and nearly peel beneath the scalding tap, contentment warmed her chest. From her view out of the kitchen window, she could see Zephyr and others in a cluster. She tried not to stare, but halting that kind of curiosity took a sense of willpower that she simply didn't possess. If only lipreading were possible for the clueless woman.<br/>
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Lucas brought by the rest of the plates from the feast, and Neviah half-grinned his way, nodding her head gently. "<b>I've got them. Thanks Lucas.</b>" She reassured before sifting through the porcelain pile. When they were all squeaky clean and set in the drying rack, Neviah exited the omega home and sat on the rocking bench out front, lighting a small candle that was nestled in a hole on the railing. The shadows of her face danced with its dim orange hue of luminescence, silence her only companion as she continued to stare on. <br/>
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