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Inji’s face in that moment, glowing with promise and joy.

“It is very beautiful.” But it can be ugly, too. Her chest wells. How much does the girl understand about what her job here entails?

Eset had learned to become numb, barren as winter in those formative months. But she’d had her mother to prepare her. Inji did not have that. The girl’s eyes trail to the necklace. Eset holds her gaze.

“A gift from the nobles for diligent work.” The lie was already on her lips and quickly passed over. “I am still new here as well. But if you need anything, you may always come to me,” eyes softening on her before sifting over the quiet hallway. Her voice falls lower now.

“I tend the mazoi bays in the morning, after their shifts start. Never after nightfall,” a difficult pause, “but Inji. If you are called for you must answer.” She'll turn, to search her face for knowing.