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Tirgatao nods back when Heda rises to leave, signaling the end of their conversation. Her heartbeat slows again as her mind rationalizes with her nerves. Yes, it makes sense. It was not like they could go crawling back to Trigeda and ask for a stand-in; it didn't work like that. But Thuringwethil trusted her with the task, above even Portia. There had to be a reason for it but it was not a question she wanted to ask just yet.

"As am I." she breathes at Thuringwethil's departing form before rising and heading back into the caverns.