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III. The Fire Sermon

Zera can't help laughing, still, even as she frantically tries to stop.

She keeps quiet, shaking with suppressed giggles and trying- trying and not really succeeding in not glancing across to meet Joar's eye.

He is also laughing, which sets her off yet again. Part of her is mortified, but the rest of her just can't care enough to stop.

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IV. Death by Water

She had forgotten to bring a robe with her, the girl notes with slight irritation as she steps out of the bath. But the house is quiet outside, and her room is only a little way, so she wraps a towel firmly around herself.

Zera comes out of the bathroom, bare damp feet leaving small water marks on the tiled floor of the corridor as she quietly walks through the house to her room. The damp ends of her hair escaping from the knot on her head trail cold water droplets onto her neck and shoulders, making her shiver.