Cypress's head briefly followed Ulanan's voice as it trailed behind her. She should have felt suffocated in this terrible desert with the heat rising within her, but this particular sort was almost comforting. Certainly far more familiar, flame formed at her hands, "Do you not know what this girl has done? I do not know how anyone may defend her."
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