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 | | Kosha, lingering at Faanshi's feet, lets out a small uncertain whurf; equally uncertain by this, the shudra halfbreed peers with unaccustomed bravery at the ailing woman, at least as long as she is obviously distracted with the sneezing fit. |
 | | The shudra, however, is not quite so sure about this as her magic, and she clamps down hard upon the power threatening to overwhelm her senses if she doesn't allow it to do what it is sensing needs to be done. |
 | | And the young shudra, certain she'll be feeling the aftereffects of her unsatisfied power soon enough, steels herself to simply get through it, breathing in, breathing out, deep soft breaths. |
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