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She looked at Citali sharply when she said she would not be here, not quite understanding. Manauia would not be returning for good either. She intended to make things right and, if forgiveness was given, to return home. She knew she could prove herself again, and soon the scorn of this failure would be nothing but a memory.

"No. I will go home. It's all I've wanted these past months. This place has nothing for me." Briefly she remembered Tyrr's request, that she remain and advise, but she pushed any guilt away. He would be better off with those who wished to be here, not those who longed every day for a life they no longer were able to have.

"where will you go?". She looked once more at Citali, intent. Had she and Nochtli really given up all hope of going back? The Rise was their place, and Quetzcacoatl their queen. She still held Manauia's loyalty at least, even with her strange and destructive feelings about her son. She was a good woman, and a good ruler. Unless she turned her away, Manauia would not abandon her.