[There's a kind of short mane down the back of Julien's neck, stiff feathers raised in a ridge from his crest almost to his shoulders. It's a good place to catch fingers, just about the only spot that doesn't encourage a hand to slide down along the otherwise smooth grain of feathers.
He wishes he had some athelas left.]
Stay with me, then. I don't want to lose my nerve.
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He wishes he had some athelas left.]
Stay with me, then. I don't want to lose my nerve.