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Again with the 'try.' Maegi supposed it was the proper step at this juncture, although. . .if she'd spoken to Jaes before, shouldn't she know? There should be some certainty, and there was no certainty in the word 'try.' Still, she let it slide, overwhelmed by her fondness for Bhe and happiness that someone was actually listening and absorbing her ramblings on gods and fate.

Good, the Nona said, smiling. Safe travels. Jaes isse. She saw the woman off, and then returned to her forest. She wondered if anyone within the woods would be as fervent a disciple as the voyager—after all, who among them had made such a pilgrimage?

She was impressed. She was touched beyond measure.