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Simran hummed in response, the sound deepening as they thought, before they pressed their tongue to the back of their teeth, licking back towards their throat.

Beroya. I am accompanied by my senaar, Burc’ya. They laid out after a bit of thought, a twinge curling through their ribs like a white hot snake of grief at their old title. But, thus was what they were. Beroya. Bounty hunter.