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Her smile did not wane, even as Neith’s warmth did. It was not something accustom of the princess, but any hurt feelings Nasima might have felt was flung away as she noticed the girl wrap tighter to her chosen ward, clearly desperate to maintain this current companion.

Invited along, Nasima gave a dip of her muzzle in appreciation, her smile only broadening. “I couldn’t intrude on your time together,” she murmured, her eyes kind as they studied the physician. “I will help the others set up camp and wait for your return, princess.”

It was worded as a statement—but it hung as a question—for while she might have been the governess, they knew her true reason for being here was to meet the expectations and wants of the royal children.