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... ly focusing. She blinked a few times, a soft groan escaping her lips.
"Myra...?" Durnik whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears, hope and fear warring in his gruff eyes. He knelt beside the cot, his calloused hand reaching out hesitantly to touch her cheek.
"Durnik...?" Myra murmured, her voice weak but clear. She turned her head slightly, her eyes finding his. A faint, tired smile touched her lips. "You look... like you haven’t slept in days, you stubborn old goat."
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