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Kaddar's bedspread is red and gold, and too extravagant for Kalasin's liking. She sprawls across it, before asking him how he can sleep on such finery.

"I would have thought you'd be used to such by now," he replies dryly.

"Not quite," Kalasin retorts. She strokes the heavy fabric. "This material could feed a family for a year…"

"Leave it," he orders abruptly.

They are silent, both of them lying on the thick covers, their hands brushing against each other's. Kalasin wants to speak, but decides it would be useless. "I had thought…"

"Mmm?"

"Nothing. Just…nothing."

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