But Paul was still able to recognize those blue eyes. Although many of the Fremen had blue eyes, he had seen this girl’s beautiful face and figure, and those eyes, wild yet gentle and confident, many times in fragments of his dreams.
Paul slowed the sound of his rapid breathing caused by his hurried movements, and slowly put down the gun in his hands. The girl’s fierce gaze also softened, and the hand clutching the dagger withdrew. Her tense posture became relaxed.
The Fremen girl slightly turned her head, her raised eyes looking at Paul, then removed the mask covering her face, scrutinizing this young man.
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