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Eset nods, settling once more but holding her arm tight. She had never met Racharra’s mother, the woman had vanished shortly after arriving to the red palace, leaving her children to wonder at her disappearance. It had left a distinct bitterness in the coygirl’s mouth, though she understood some things were beyond any control. She hoped, for Racharra’s sake, they may one day be reunited. Eset just wished that if the time came, the girls’ mother had reasons for leaving them to grow up without their family.

“Then I shall come visit you there, Lake Princess,” her lips pull into a half-smile. The hebsut was quite in awe of Racharra and the mature young woman she was becoming; the way she owned herself. She hoped the girl's mother would one day get to see it, too.