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A following silence. The air stiffens with both sesh and coyote’s dismay, but the hebsut paints her face amicably and relaxes the arc of her shoulders.

“Not at all,” she assures Tavina, exchanging short glances between them before pushing from the room. “Please, I am happy to escort you. Right this way.”

The adjoining passageway is rife with gentle rumblings of palatial inhabitants. Eset surveys them with her eyes as they walk.

“I do hope you will take no offense. The timing is simply poor. Where are you from, Talisman?” The hebsut inquires conversationally.