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Machi stood then, pelt falling away and crumpling in a pile on the floor, expression matching Senmut's own. Oh, darling, you know I couldn't do that, he said softly, head tilted wistfully. I'm afraid I've grown much too fond of you silly desert wolves to turn my back on you all now. To turn my back on you.

Herod— the name uttered as though it might evoke his restless spirit, —subjected me to things Rashepses might only dream of. There is nothing he could do to frighten me, Machi stated confidently, tone leaving little room for disagreement. And beyond that, I'm afraid I'm far too stubborn to allow you be rid of me that easily, he sighed, even if I only pop in from time to time to ensure you haven't grown too comfortable in your wealth again, hmm?

Do not look so grave, my darling, I will not see you weather this alone.