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The horse hand hesitates for a moment ,
Before he quickly shuffled over to sit down , leaning a bit to see what he was doing, while keeping safe distance.
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Charles glanced up from the arrowhead he was sharpening, his eyes meeting Kieranโs for a brief moment.
โMorninโ,โ he replied, voice low. His gaze dropping back down to his hands as he shifted slightly, making room on the log.
โDonโt gotta hover. Sit, if you want.โ
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His voice croaked , shoulders slumped as he held the brand new saddle in his hands .
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