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Agana continued to watch Mahler, seemingly worried about whatever had bought them upon these mountains, whatever happened to them. She murmured a half-spoken “Yes,” still wary about him, yet not as she would with a plain stranger.
 
The talk about Nightwalkers made her fume, golden gaze shifting to her surroundings, as if they followed them here. She did not hate them, no; but their watch; their eyes on them, day and night, not once leaving. This infuriated her, a frown on her soft sand features. “They have,” silence, “These Nightwalkers.. threatened our safety.”
 
Yet, she questioned; would this alliance bring stability to their Court?  Golden gaze narrowed to Andraste, not once stuttering in her speech, suspicious about whatever that was before. She turned to Mahler; he was charming, and she liked to think it was just a sudden attraction.

But maybe it would be better to leave, to bring what they have gathered back to the vale. Agana picked the herbs up in her jaws, careful to not ingest one on the way. “I apologize, but I must leave now. I am needed elsewhere,” she got up, gaze settled upon Andraste then on Mahler, nodding. “Good day.” Agana padded away, the thought of going back to her pearl bought a feeling of joy into her wounded heart.