She couldnt feel the ground under her as she began the long, lonely walk to her intended, her smile looking far more like a grimace.
Half way to Alfveror, she stopped, unable to force herself to put one foot in front of another for a long moment as she struggled to breathe...and then, as if in a dream she was at his side, taking his arm if only to keep herself standing, asking herself how she ever got to this point.
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