[He kept himself bent over some, keeping the cloak protectively around her. Only when they were far enough away- and it was the tingle at his senses that the fog caused rather than eyesight that told him that -did he come to a stop, kneeling down beside her. He kept hold of the cloak, that hand on her far shoulder so it stayed around her, and he watched her features more than anything else.]
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