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“Yes,” the answer is quickly drawn from her lips when Mya looks to her so earnestly. This was within the hebsut’s capabilities, that much she could offer to the woman who had known so much strife in the time that she’d left her eastern pack. In a way she felt it was for Moss too, the gentle Kvarsheim wolf who had elected to spend his evening with her during Toula’s coronation.

“I am sorry for all you’ve gone through. You are welcome to stay in Muat-riya for as long as you need while you recover. We have ample room, and our doctor, Tavina, will treat you for any wounds.” Her eyes skim the shewolf for injuries, new or old.

When the fellahin delivers the repast, Eset arranges it neatly on the banks for Mya; the neck of a goose and two fresh figs. “Please, help yourself.”