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the nervousness that poured from the wolfess was palpable. eshamun turned to greet the fierce ragna with a nod, and then filled her eyes once more with the ragged vision before her. despite the outward appearance, the voice with which the ekar-aji was presented was strong, brief, and underwoven with a confidence that eshamun admired. the woman was also honest, speaking of the infection which laced her body. "a starwatcher," the canaanite murmured, rolling the unfamiliar word upon her tongue.

she gazed at giana for a long moment. "@Ragna," the ruddy wolfess murmured at length, inviting the shieldmaiden to her side. "you have travelled. i assume you have seen many things," eshamun added, turning her verdant gaze upon ragna's own for a long moment. "please take the scent of our guest, and stock of her wounds; tell me if you think she cannot be cured by herbs alone. the malkaria cannot afford sickness," eshamun explained quietly to giana. "that is why i ask for this."