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Tadihor could not help the gasps that escaped her lips. She was shocked at the violence, and even more so with a child being involved. Tears pricked the corners of her golden gaze, but she blinked them away. Her appetite began to wane, for a time. 

“But one must endure such trials, for often times they are tests from the divine ones.” She replied, a note of strength in her voice. After a moment of silence on her end, she nearly whispered: “Tell me, Erpa-ha, how is the child? Were there fatalities?”

Soon after her question, her breakfast arrived, and was place before her. She decided to simply nibble on her meal over the course of their conversation.