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She watches as the Mazoi seats herself, an elegance to her step. Eset will place herself to the woman’s left, posture politely mirrored.

Wine is offered, as it often is. There is something in mutual indulgence that stays the nerves, perhaps they feel guilt is allayed if they believed Eset enjoying herself. She is accustomed to sipping wine and fluffing ego. It is her job.

But there is something genuine in the Mazoi’s look, a gentleness in her timbre and voice that allows her a choice, that sets her apart.

“After you, my Lady,” She ushers with her maw for the woman to drink. Then she will take a sip, though careful never to feel its effects in full.

She studies the woman. Zaahira is not like the others. In her care Eset is reminded in part of the Doctor she’s quickly endeared to.

“You are kind, Zaahira,” she will whisper. "Thank you."