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Artaax was quiet as Thuringwethil made the announcement. Though he liked it no better than he had when nomi had first decreed it, he had made his peace with it. In the coming days, he would cling to the last night he was able to spend curled at his mother's side, and hold tight to it like a prayer that he would one day soon get to experience it again. But those were thoughts he would keep to himself. Today, he put on his mask of bravery and stood silent and still as the discussion proceeded.

When the question was posed, the boy didn't even spare a glance for his sitter. Artaax's opinion of the manchild was low, and it didn't matter at all to him if he never returned to Drageda at all. His response was to merely look at Thur, then Portia, and then slowly bring his gaze to Blixen with a slight bow of his head. She was the one who cared for him, so he would leave the decision to her. It made no difference to him who came with them or who stayed - the one he had wanted to return most would not.