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Not only did Citali agree with her thoughts... She did one further, and made the exact same suggestion that Manauia intended to ask. She would return, tell Quetzcacoatl of her son's fate. She knew the way and her return would be swiftest.

She did not agree that the prince they had come to seek was dead... But he was changed, and his place was no longer with them. If it ever really was to begin with no longer mattered. She could not look to Tyrr as a leader in the respect of Kingship, but she could not speak of him as Citali did either. He was still his mother's son, and she had grown to regard him with at least some affection for what it was worth. She would break the news to her Queen as best she could and hope the woman understood. Not of her son's death - but of his new life. She had to know on some level her son would never - could never - lead. It would have been foolish to hope.

Better that he rule in a land of outsiders, where such a thing was acceptable and he could do no harm to the things she held dear.

"I will go." She would speak to Tyrr first, inform him of her purpose and why she would be departing. This would not be a request, but a courtesy only. "And return as soon as I can. I won't leave you here longer than necessary." She tipped her ears back somewhat apologetically at the thought of them being forced to remain, but it was for the best.