Perhaps we will have a chance to talk this night. Shrugging into the coat he had kept out-it was a deep, dark green, and made him think of the forests at ' Salvation. The trail still led south, Hurin said.
He always wondered how she managed to seem to be looking down at him-she did it at will-although she was only as tall as his chest, and two years younger besides. That sounded vaguely Shienaran and formal. She wore a long green dress and a green cloak embroidered with flowers, and carried a bunch of silverbell blossoms as if she had been gathering them. Perrin thought he looked still paler; not sick, exactly, but as if he had been out of the sun too long.
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