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“You do not need to apologize,” her head shakes and her hand tightens over the girl’s.  It was not easy for Racharra, either. She ached for the girl who had lost so much at so young an age. But she was proud of the confident woman the nebet was becoming; how she embraced her life in Akashingo. The hebsut’s eyes skim across her royal visage, her own face softening with a sigh.

“She was a vision, wasn’t she? I would have loved to see your sister’s reaction,” she gazes at their paws. She had not known Miho half as well, the two girls had been so reserved and quiet upon their arrival from the lake. But Eset wished Racharra could have maintained this sister bond- or in the very least was provided with some answers about where she vanished to.

“Would you like that to be you someday? Walking down the aisle?” The coywolf poses. She rises and turns for the foyer of her own chamber, motioning Racharra to a room where they may speak more freely without a risk of being overhead.