She guards him always, so that no one will overhear when he whispers tired things and things of guilt and things that torture him and she listens without speaking once; so no one will see when his face is drawn and pale and she sits beside him (he asks) without any show of tenderness and he puts a hand on her shoulder to feel her. She is bony and sharp and thin, but she is alive, her skin is warm. He is not warm any longer. He feverishly burns cold. No one knows but Zara, Zara guards him always.
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She guards him always, so that no one will overhear when he whispers tired things and things of guilt and things that torture him and she listens without speaking once; so no one will see when his face is drawn and pale and she sits beside him (he asks) without any show of tenderness and he puts a hand on her shoulder to feel her. She is bony and sharp and thin, but she is alive, her skin is warm. He is not warm any longer. He feverishly burns cold. No one knows but Zara, Zara guards him always.