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charmion's presence was swift and comforting; she gave him a warm glance as he maneuvered stronger skill around the fevered girl. "yes," she agreed, meaning to speak more before their poor charge skewered her with such a look that silvertongue fell silent. another fellahin arrived then, bearing far more authority and a passing resemblance to the downed mazoi. "the chambers of the doctor are closer than those of our neb," she managed to charmion with an apologetic look. she said then no more as the three servants carried the girl to the small scoured room, lying her upon the plinth of stone therein. she began to sponge water from the sodden fur, crouched close to warm the child.