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She merely shook her head, chuckling lightly at her sister's words. "How good Molech was to bring you to me. We needed each other, I think. I certainly needed you." She moved to lay beside Eshamun, looking kindly at her sister's stomach where the children grew. Her ears cupped forward and she listened to Eshamun explain the roles. She nodded, though the idea of herself being a high priestess seemed so strange. She'd much rather follow Arunik'ra than bear the title herself, at least, right now.

"I would happily do any and all of those tasks, sister. Though I will admit I have never been much of a fighter. I do hope one day I will bear children...but that is Molech's will and not my own, as you know. Tell me what most you would wish of me, and I will learn and perfect the task. I am Molech's, body and soul, but too I am yours."

She smiled softly, meaning her words. Should she be chosen for a role that kept her from birthing young she would accept it gratefully. Perhaps a day would come when that brought her sorrow, but otherwise...she was content to follow Eshamun's word as law.