Chapter 101: ---

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My snooping on the hall's surroundings enlightened me a bit, but Slin's mother had not arrived there yet. And still, many of them were not yet saying much about the Deceased lands. Most of the conversation about me had died down for the most part while smaller portions had moved on to Paloma.

Not too long after, I sensed Fashire rousing up in the bed chamber. An influx of shame, irritation, and gratefulness coursed through me all at the same time, disrupting my attention from the task at hand. It seemed the fading connection had been mended by him drinking my blood? Because I couldn't vividly sense him like this earlier…

I sat up at the emotions coming from him, surprised at the level of awareness he had. I could understand his pride being bruised and it seemed he had been conscious enough to remember it. And he was grateful?