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Invited to stay at first, told to leave by the next sentence. An extra squeeze given to Eset before he uncurled from her—his eyes drifting from her and giving a nod to the proclaimed doctor. He would remain near, though he did not voice this—he had a feeling both expected this of him.

Still—when leaving the room, there was a certain dread that curled in the pit of his stomach—and while Tavina told him to stretch his legs, he found himself not straying far—and yet, he made no move to interrupt either Muat-riya member.

This was not his home—Eset did not fit in to his life—that had been made abundantly clear not just by her, but by those she took solace in as comrades.