He kept her in his closeness, and his hand slid down lightly to the small of her back. A faint smile. Dove. Being dainty, beautiful and peaceable, Arven felt the name was apt — but he'd seen another side of her today. Something more akin to a hawk.
"Arven", he replied gruffly. "... or Huck."
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"Arven", he replied gruffly. "... or Huck."
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