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The question catches her by surprise. Not -- openly, miss. Feeling bashful, she slips back in to an old habit.

They had shared such intimate things as children on the road to Mereo, but this seemed a different beast; yet so were they, after their return. Nazli felt that they had both grown further in to their roles because of it.

I much prefer to be of service to real people, the girl goes on to muse aloud, before double-thinking, reconsidering how the words sound. Not that the gods are not, ah, real, too!

All she had learned of Makono, and the servant did not know how she felt about her father's religion.