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The woman gave a ragged sigh as if she were truly put-out by all the fuss. Otherwise she looked unaffected. In all her years she'd had plenty of precarious run-ins with strangers and anyway, Gil felt confident with her purpose here. The kind of certainty inherent to older women.

I am a doctor. Tavina sent one of your girls to me for tending, about a fortnight or so ago? I am here to return her, she tapped a foot against the stone a moment as she tried to recollect the timeline, then stilled, and seemed iron-spined.

I will admit, finding this place empty was not something either myself or little Nazli expected... Her gaze drifted away from the threatening aura of both warriors and slanted towards the hill, as if to catch a look at the two waiting there, but they were far from view.

Then, Gil stepped aside.

Well? Care to explain?