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Jawahir, again. She hadn't called for the lithe woman specifically, and was a little nervous to see her again—particularly as she brought up the issue last at hand. Lilitu sucked in a breath, steadied herself, and smiled, albeit a little weakly.

I have, she said. And I'm so honored that you thought of me. . .but I—can't.

She left it there, because that wasn't why she was here (though she expected a counterpoint). To counter said counterpoint, she barreled ahead, eyes intent. But I'm. . . I'm here to ask about my sister. Arielle. I last met her just a territory away. She was with a pack named Ursus.

Akashingo owed her nothing, especially now that she was turning them down.

But she had to try, right?

Do you know where they are? Lilitu asked, her voice soft and vulnerable.