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oh, neb, the girl breathed around her bouquet, careful as she pranced along the hallway and then she placed the flowers down carefully, and smiled to the small man.

Always busy, but in a good way. Nazli was known for loving her work - perhaps too much, given how many meals she skipped or hours she was found in odd places, doing who-knows-what. It was all starting to show upon her young features: tired eyes, sunken cheeks.

Is there something I can help you with, sir?