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Olive nodded along, heeding Mahler’s final lesson. Just a matter of fate, like she had assumed. At least it hadn’t been something she had done, or worse — something she hadn’t done.

Now that her examine was over, Olive attempted to hold herself with some dignity, but she was tired from the experience. Leaning against her wives for never-ending support, she attempted to bow her head at Mahler. “Thank you,” she state sincerely. “You have no idea what your service means to me… and Elysium.” There was a beautiful relationship blossoming between Elysium and Diaspora, and this only nurtured it. The Shakti women wished to repay her debts. “Please, stay here this night, and eat from our caches and drink our sweet water. Rest for your journey back to your mountains.” Both Seabreeze and Ariel nodded, releasing the Doctor from his duties and allowing him a night or two beneath the willows.