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Deep within myself, I had seen it. No one would have undergone what he had for mere friendship alone. He cared for me, I knew that much. But did he feel the same? I was so strange, completely unlike any other he knew at the Inn."So he has no idea?"
"No," I replied sadly, "He doesn't know."
"Is that wise?"
"It's best that he doesn't. It will spare us both should..."
"We'll have none of that," Bast replied sternly, "You are quite a capable woman."
I walked over to a large bay window, turning, looking out into the calming night, but the night was no more calming than the turmoil in my soul. I could feel Bast behind me, his eyes penetrating my very spirit.
"So you will not tell him?"
I shook my head, more to clear the tears from my eyes, than it was an affirming gesture, "I can't. I have tried...so many times. I just can't."
Gently, Bast touched my shoulder, "It is difficult for you, I know. But you are not as other Tyberan; what pertains to them, has never pertained to you."
I looked at my god, "I...I wish I could...but I have no way to..."
He ran a hand through my hair, his touch soft, almost paternal, "You will find a way," he said reassuringly.
With that, he took his leave of me. I stood there, looking out across the night-drawn city. It is not right for me to hide it from him. For all that he has done for me, all that he has gone through...his feelings had to be...
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