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"Lead me to the horse," Jenna said finally, her voice low but steady. She didn't look back... at first. Her hand paused around the belt and sash.
"Why are you stalling?" the old woman asked, noticing the hesitation.
Jenna closed her eyes and sighed. The woman made sense with everything she had said. Not once had she received care from her own husband. She'd been freezing for too long, but Rhane wasn't cold water.
"No," Jenna muttered, dropping the sash back on the bed. "I know cold water even if I'm freezing."
The old woman tilted her head in confusion. "Huh?"
Jenna turned properly. "You said the minimum feels like everything because I've never received nothing... but Rhane doesn't feel cold. He..." Her voice trailed off.
He was the kind of quiet that didn't ask to be noticed, but once she did, Jenna wondered how she ever breathed without it.
