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belen felt a little rejected, but kept herself from wilting. "tavina often goes beyond the palace," she offered. the doctor was not a servant but she often filled the roles when there was one wanting. "and i can go with you to carry things, holy one." belen proffered a little smile. "i suppose i am made for softer work," the fellahin breathed with a self-deprecating arch of her brow.