<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron lifted her hand to his face and pressed it against his cheek.  He was tired of tears, but they were threatening anyway.  He fought them, not wanting to display that level of emotion in front of Kyrion.  It was one thing to break down in front of Gwen -- it was another entirely in front of the Lord Seneschal.<br/>
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"I shall leave you for the evening, then," Kyrion said, rising.  "I should return to Vanyel.  Be kind to each other," he murmured as he reached the door.<br/>
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Cameron was silent until the door shut behind Kyrion, leaving them alone in the small dining room.  "That went -- better than I had any right to expect."</span></span>