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She must have missed something, then. That was the only explanation that sprang to the forefront of her mind, and he was either mad or simply a bizaare joker. But within his right, if nothing else, and gratitude welled where the fear left gaps.

"Its god?" A strange name for leader, but even she still held onto a particular innocence still. Composure rolled back more steadily, and apology crossed her features as her brow eased. "I'm sorry I didn't realize this was yours... I can leave," and she presumed he would see to it. This was a disappointment she knew keenly, far too uncertain to truly stand her ground to make a point, to ask questions.