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"An' who is Ma'at to yer people?" The waif questioned with great care not to butcher the name in her strange affliction of speech, though she was just as reluctant to show the royal any interest. Perhaps he would say more and perhaps not, for now The Priestess was content to listen to whatever he shared as she settled on her pale haunches -- fighting against the tension that had worked its way betwixt them whenever she remembered who it was she was speaking to.