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She took in the description he gave her and forged it into her memory with fire. When he showed her where he had found the missing woman's scent, Keres lowered her nose to the bush and breathed in. Deeply. There, she could smell her, still somewhat fresh. The scent could only have been a day or two old. That was likely as good as news could get right now.

I will help, She proclaimed, voice firm and strong. As long as it takes to find her. Fierce eyes looked to Mal now, remembering how she had taken control of the search for Mira when it had been Dirge and Desdemona. We split up. Keep within hearing distance of one another. If either of us finds anything, we call. Yes?