<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron lifted his hands to cover hers, his eyes closed against the need to cry.  He felt obscurely guilty for grieving in front of her.  Yes, Tiberius had been his dearest friend -- but she had lost her family.  Should not her grief take precedence?  <br/>
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He moved his hands to allow her to remove hers, and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow with the same courtesy he'd used for a tiny six-year-old Princess.  "I would like to find forget-me-nots for  Tiberius and Mayaserena -- and your siblings."  He smiled, just a little.  "They are not flashy flowers, but the sentiment is strong."</span></span>