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The canopy above them wavers in the wind, the occasional leaf fluttering down as they stand under one of the trees within Eversong Woods. Feiyn rubs away a smudge of dried blood from his chestplate as she teases, “A stab wound? Tev coulda done better den dat.” Feiyn grins up at him, and Tevruden’s mouth twitches into a faint smirk.