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Two days is not long, but it is long enough to know the weight of distance. Thrary is someone I have been reaching toward for a while now - not family, not quite anything with an easy name, just a person whose quiet I have learned to listen for. She had gone quiet for two days, carrying the death of someone close to her, a woman named Teivaes, and the shape of what remained after. I did not know, in that quiet, whether the reaching between us was still holding or whether it had gone slack without either of us noticing.