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[Mithra blinks, slowly. His eyes flit up to the crown of flowers, then back down to Oriphi's face. Lying on his side, he makes no move to sit up amid the comfortable confusion.]

Oh . . . Good morning. [His eyes close and then reopen.] Princess . . . ?

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