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Cameoing Tir for my own benefit before responding with Akantha.

Since their return from the cliffs, Tirgatao lacked the energy or the will to move far from the central hub of Drageda. She often lingered near the shore of the lake, watching the water, and waiting for the day of the meeting to arrive. Her worries and anxieties were hardly abated, and she still feared repercussions for her failing to prevent Heda's fall, but she knew, logically, it wasn't entirely her fault. It didn't stop her from being miserable about it.

But Tirgatao kept her head about her, and focused on the task at hand. When the call went up, she joined Thuringwethil and Dio down to the shore where the Nereides would assemble soon after. She hoped Kalika would be there for she felt the young nymph had a sound head about her, and her skills in diplomacy would likely benefit both parties in this conversation.

When they come to a stop she stands idly by the Commander with one ear fixated on Thuringwethil while her eyes lock onto the group approaching from the west. She readies herself by glancing to Heda, then their Wocha, and draws a breath. The time was now.