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upon her word, ragna moved forth, circling the newcomer as she gave her assessment of giana's wellbeing. eshamun lifted her chin, eyes following the graceful movements of the shieldmaiden, even as ragna returned to her side. the warrior had a grim opinion of the joiner's situation, and eshamun shared it. however, giana spoke, and the canaanite listened.

the ferocity of the other's words brought a smile to the red woman's lips -- she admired such strength. "i shall give you a week," she decided then. "you shall be looked after, but your stay shall be dependent upon what you are able to bring to our caches." there would be no children this year, a fact that was still fiercely painful for eshamun, and so they had no one toward whom they must divert their resources. "a week," she repeated, turning to ragna. "if she fails, she will be out from among us before the snows. i leave her in your charge. if you accept," she continued, turning her gaze upon giana.