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"You as well." She responded in kind, planting her rear in the soil so as to pay a proper visit. Manauia looked well enough. She was a true warrior, and from what Xiuh could recall, a shrewd one at that. "I am pleased to find so many of the sisters together here. Nochtli does well for herself, following after the boy, and Citlali is attentive to everyone's needs, as far as I have seen." It sounded like a morning report or something, but these were compliments given in confidence. Xiuhcoatl was eager to see results and hoped her arrival would result in some. A little praise might help. "And you? Have you fared well? You are still here after all, so I do not doubt your devotion."

And what of the others? There were two or three more in their party, if Xiuh remembered correctly. "But I have not run in to any other sisters yet. Was the garrison not a unit of six? Of eight? It wouldn't surprise me if my sister had attached half of our warriors to guard her son." The woman scoffed softly at this, her teeth flashing at the very thought, but then in the next moment she regained her cool composure.