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64 lines
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Chief joined Jod and Omig at Rowena's table.
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The night's sleep had been helpful, at least to Chief, but waking up this early was less pleasant.
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―How are both of you?
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Jod grumbled a bit, which found oddly reassuring.
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Omig just stared ahead vacantly.
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―Yeah, me too.
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Rowena brought them some tea, and sat down as well.
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―Are we waiting for Brother Kab? Jod asked.
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―No, I think it's best we let him rest longer.
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Jod nodded, oddly sympathetically.
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―Rowena, I cannot thank you enough for your help, Chief continued.
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But you should go back to bed.
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We'll be gone soon, and you can have your home back.
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―My son did this, Chief.
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If he's not going to fix this, I'll have to do it.
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Besides, I owe it to President Calvin.
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―What do you mean?
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―When I'd just gotten married, and Bov and I were looking to adopt, it wasn't possible for non-yaks to adopt a yak.
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They said that because we didn't have the stone hooves, we couldn't be good parents.
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We weren't good enough to raise one of the yaks.
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And I'd already met little Kral as a calf, sweetest eyes.
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Calvin was young then, just rising up in local government.
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When he heard about us he put himself on the line to fight for our right to adopt a yak.
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It wasn't popular, even among the city yaks here in the Haven.
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But Calvin didn't care, he risked the poor polling.
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If there's a chance he's still alive, somehow...
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Raising Kral is the best thing that's happened to me, and even with all of this, I still want to thank the man that made it possible.
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―And does your husband know you're coming with us?
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He's okay with you taking the risk?
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Rowena smiled.
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―It's nothing compared to the risks he's taking.
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He's going to try to talk to Kral at Havenmount.
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Sorry he didn't tell you, he wanted to leave as soon as you fell asleep last night.
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―Damn.
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We should move quickly then.
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―Brother Jod, you and I can work on the Chart.
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Omig, are you okay?
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Omig looked over, still blank, and only seemed to half respond.
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―I'll be ready Chief.
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It's just a lot.
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―I know, Sister Omig.
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I'm sorry that you have to be in this position.
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Go back and get a bit more rest, if you need it.
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I suspect we'll need you to be as ready as possible.
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