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She partook in the meal gingerly—not one to overstep boundaries, especially when the two were merely acquainting themselves with one another. A flick of her ear revealed her deference to the swarthy male and his rank, and she considered his words for a quiet moment. “And now you are here, with Diaspora.” Swallowing the meat from the tender belly, she allowed her tongue to smooth over her lips, the statement offered not to pry, but open to further converse should he choose to share more information. There was certainly a reason he chose to shed the life of a lone wolf and follow Stigmata—and she would be willing to bet it was the charismatic air in which the regal extended to others.