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im about it

his face changed several times. tavina could hardly blame him, though by the end of it her shoulders had curved into a resigned slump. he was correct, wasn't he? pharaoh could only twist this. and perhaps nala very much was in danger with the saints, and in need of rescue.

but innocent as nala was, tavina knew she was no blushing debutante. she had come all this way, from gods knew where, simply to see the sesh again. "no," she said with a breathless, shocked little laugh at gucci's directness. "i'd be surprised if she'd ever —" well. it was not time for speculation. 

"i mean to say, no, i don't believe children are involved." she got up and started her pacing once more, tail switching at her hips. his suggestion about lilitu was a good one, but — "i imagine the princess might be a little distracted at present."

a rolling sigh broke from tavina. truly it was the only evidence she suffered far more than she let on. but the swell of her ribcage said more than she could. "i am worried that pharaoh will suggest i do something rash and cruel, such as seduce her for knowledge of the saints! i would decline but the fact he might say anything like that at all — well, i'm here, aren't i? here and not there in his throne room, right now."

she looked at gucci. "we've set a meeting for lake rodney, to the west. between akashingo and brecheliant. maybe i can — persuade her to visit. pharaoh would kill me if i brought her inside, however." her lips curved into a humorless smile.