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Her statement is quickly answered when the—what should be—impressive form of Thuringwethil steps forward. She holds herself in a way that she doesn’t have to ask for clarification and her eyes never fall far from here from that moment. She looks thin, with some muscle atrophy, but there is no denying who stands in front of them. Her ears fall back a little, twitch, and relax all within one swift motion.

Ajatar wonders briefly if she’ll be sent back since she has made an upswing in her health, or perhaps she still doubts her former strength. A part of her prefers to return home for should she take Heda once more, she’ll move their home base back to where it should be. “It is good to see you well, Heda,” she says smoothly, licking her lips and offering a slight bow of her head.