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If looks could kill, the dark attacker would have been dead for the piercing gaze that Emaleth set upon her. It was deliberate, the yearling was certain, that she spoke in that same foreign language-- knowing that Emaleth could not understand it, and could so say anything without allowing the Mayfair to defend herself. The commander, at least, had a shred of decency and slipped into using the common tongue.

It still didn't seem right to say anything, and so she remained still until Thuringwethil asked something of her. But there was no mistaking the smug expression on her face as she observed the exchange between the two before her.