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She kneels into bow before her flaxen ruler, but will not long hold her gaze. Toula’s regal face drudges up a mental image of the pristine Queen smothered in her own putrid mess. Gods. How did she have the grace to forgive her? And it was only by her Queen’s own skill and daily care that she was able to recover. Her large ears flatten remorsefully.

“Thank you, your Holiness. It would not have been possible without your expertise and dedication to all of our wellbeing.” She dips her nose again, lips attempting to find a smile despite the burn of utter humiliation.

She lowers the little woven pouch with the jewels off her shoulder to place it at the young Nebet’s feet.

“Lady Racharra has brought a gift for her Queen,” Eset encourages with a gentle bump to the girl’s crown before straightening. This was her moment!