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If there was ever a sentence to rip out a woman's heart and defile it, it would have been that. She should have been angry, furious, even; Toula had told her otherwise, she thought! But instead, her expression falters into a frown. Zaahira is sorry, she mutters with a shake of her head. He-- God Osiris give message, though, yes? Tell her I say hello? and even if the answer was no, she hoped he would say yes anyways.
Not that this matter was of any importance to the dog, however. He had little reason to give her that sliver of hope.
But he encourages her attempt, and offers the palace's stores to search for the Heart Fruit. Okay, is her simple answer, clutching her pickings of penstemon and following behind him in a trot.
She is quiet for a long while as they make their way back towards the tunnels. Her eyes are fixated on the ground in front of her, ignoring the silver-cloaked shoulders that jut out as Akhtar walks, the soft ears that drape the sides of his head. Priest, she says, then, what God do you worship? How many?