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absolutely! I will archive it here, then!

Asvoria would nod curtly in response, but would not speak more.

The returning journey was silent from here. Both were given time to think, but of their own thoughts. One of planning, and one of mourning.

When they were soon upon the mountains, Treva would be led to the caverns in which they slept. There, she could choose her chambers and rest for a time. 

The high priestess would not linger long, leaving their newest arrival with her own space. And meanwhile, she would make for the temple, so that she may fulfill her promise and find a new name fit for she who would be made anew.