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She is almost as hesitant as she takes his hand, but closes her fingers around his. "She will, and that is a comfort to me, above all other hopes or comforts or joys," Haleth says quietly. She looks down at their joined hands, then slowly strokes her thumb along the side of his palm. "And you are right. The Haladin may be gone in her time, but she remembers them. Even Ages later they remain part of her, and she of them. That...that is no small thing." She takes a small, shuddering breath. "Thank you. That is a better way to look at it."