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oh!, how bhediya wanted to collapse. she was humiliated and ashamed, and although she doubted that dawn would know any judgement, presenting herself to the possibility made her stomach turn. still, she tired to maintain a professional gaze betrayed only by the slight furrow of her brow.

she drew in a deep breath and shook her head. pygmalion, bhe said, her voice callous as it rolled over the curse, he's not a concern of mine anymore. whatever had happened at the lair, she didn't wanted to forget. whether he lived on this plane or had met his fate, he had died to her and that was enough.

i have a decent-sized group with me. does your offer still stand? she waited for dawn's response, hoping that it would be quick; bhediya did not know how long she could maintain her composure.