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Her brow quirked in the faintest of tics but the ivory doe said nothing. Words were so often meaningless; only time would tell if the gilded royal would stay -- or if he truly proved useful to their brutish tribe. So far, he seemed to have only agitated several of his newfound comrades and perhaps piqued Kyn's ever-fluid interest. Aerin herself had done so once but Donav was a fickle-hearted man; Ramesses would soon lose his shiny appeal.

A genuine grin shifted her expression into something gleeful then, an ironic humor rising in her chest like a burst of repressed laughter -- only too excited to tell him the truth of it, knowing it would only disgruntle him further.

"I am ze 'igh Priestess," the sylph corrected him, not unkindly. "My 'usband is a Specialist; 'e aspires to stand beside me as 'igh Priest someday," she then added by way of explanation. "But my gods 'ad no place amongst ze Saints. Ve serve 'is gods together."