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The request brought her eyebrows up. The Saints were a name that had passed her ears a few times, all mentions negative, but she'd never had any personal experiences with them. But when Tavina mentioned Brecheliant. . .

Lilitu's gaze narrowed, boring into the healer. You're sure about that? she asked. 

It had her stomach doing the whim-whams. This was her family at risk, should she say yes. Maia, Eljay, Teya, their children and any more puppies to come. . . If this Nala brought any of them to harm, Lilitu would never forgive herself—nor would she Tavina.

I understand where you're coming from, she continued. If I do give this permission, and she ends up being as rotten as the rest of the Saints—Tavina, if she hurts anyone in Brecheliant, it's on you. Not me.

Cards down. If she hurts anyone in Brecheliant, I'll tell the Pharaoh you forced me into this. That you threatened me. I hate to do that, Tavina. I do want to help. Are you sure she's good?