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She looks down at their hands. “That is no cure,” and Tavina knows this.

The sesh goes on to talk about the students; a presentation. The hebsut listens, nodding absently, falling to taciturn silence.

Nala may very well be alive and fighting to get back to Akashingo. It is what the sesh wants, and she is someone Eset cares for immensely. So why does the thought maim her so?

When Nala returns, this school will be theirs. It is their dream, afterall. Tavina will be ensnared by her laugh. And if she was here in this room right now, she’d be holding her hand.

“I pray she is returned to you one day.” I pray she never comes back. “And you will be happy again.”

I am a hateful, loveless, vile woman. Bile swells in her throat and she swallows it quickly down, reaching for a leaf and intending to scrub the floors until her knuckles bled.