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Alain was quiet for several moments, mulling it over and staring into his tea. "Enough to fill the rest of our lives," he said at last, rather wryly, and shook his head. "But only one that matters. Are you alright?" After all of that. She had looked so thoroughly lost back there, and then so determinedly focused, that he couldn't help but be concerned. It was in his nature.