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That was simple enough.

So it wasn't me, it was Brecheliant, Lilitu replied. And there was no one else suitable there. . .?

It made her feel absurdly worse—like she'd rather grapple with impostor syndrome at being chosen for this marriage. The fact that it could have been another girl, and she hadn't been sought out specifically, burrowed under her skin.

So stupid.

Well, thank you for telling me, anyway, she added, shrugging. And for dealing with me being all wishy-washy about it.