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The only acknowledgment Eske’s arrival receives is a flicker of one ear angling backward for something other than her usual silence. Her closeness this time feels weighted and she turns her head for a sideways glance to the Cheka. Thuringwethil does not have time to analyze the girl’s features before Portia catches the corner of her eye. Heda turns to fully greet the healer easily, keeping Eske to the side should she not wish to participate in the conversation. Eske’s presence has been comforting enough for her to blend casually in the background and know she’s there even if she doesn’t involve her.

“Sha,” she says, her knee jerk reaction to user her native tongue. She does not fear that some cannot understand her as most have come to know it easily enough for the basics. “I don’t know if it will stop any time soon,” she says, turning her nose to point to the lake which has risen significantly since the rains began. “We’ve been replenished, at least.” If it has risen this fast in a short span of time, if it does not stop soon, she’s certain the damage to come will not be a pleasant experience for any of them.