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Atka remained quiet, an unreadable stare on her face as she considered every word exchanged. She had swallowed back the ache that rose in her throat when Dreven had touched on his past. Dreven needed a place to heal.

Atka listened to the priestess carefully, a frown gracing her expression as she explained what had happened to their previous home. Her gaze turned elsewhere as she listened, periodically looking to Dreven.

❝If you would have us, we would love to learn your ways, learn of your gods.❞ She spoke, tail swaying behind her.