Davan walked the bridge.
walking. Both hands free, which had become possible in the past month as her confidence in the bridge's solidity had been confirmed by approximately forty crossings and she'd decided the data was sufficient.
She walked ahead of them slightly. Not running — she didn't run the bridge, she walked it with the specific deliberate quality she brought to anything she'd decided was significant. Which the bridge was. She'd named it and she'd crossed it and she knew what it was.
Both halves visible.
She looked at the east side.
She looked at the west side.
She looked at the bridge under her feet.
She made the frequency that meant: *confirmed. ongoing. correct.*
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Behind her, Nara held Zevran's hand.
Not because she needed to — because the bridge was where she hel
