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It would be foolish to expect that he would find comfort with his arms wrapped around her soft form, his lips fighting against hers for dominance. It did not help that he already knew the scars her body wore, and that his eyes had already laid hold of her abundant, human curves. He remembered too well when his mind was quiet how his hands lathed the wet cloth over her body, washing away the dirt and blood. It was just after Haven. She was a curiosity, but nothing more. She was not yet his da’len. But what did that title even mean anymore?