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tamar, no longer servant but lorekeeper.

ruenna's faith in her brightened the young wolf somewhat. the matrona was easy to speak with. she was warm in a way that the roman wolf was not. tamar was seized by curiosity over what would bring such seeming opposites together. but it was something she could watch for herself.

caregiving. motherhood. ruenna would see the girl flush as well as a member of their species was able. a soft, surprised laugh. she wanted to tell the other that her contract had involved the provision of children to serve in the palace. but she bit that back. tamar was not sure yet of what ruenna was able to hear.

she did not like that she was mistrustful, but she did not feel pressured to speak. it was an odd feeling. "i had not — considered children. yet. they were — i was unwilling to have them at the palace."

but she was no longer at akashingo. just stay busy. tamar smiled, a genuine if small expression. "i must have things to do here or i will go mad." she met the matrona's eye for a fleeting moment. "i think the pharaoh is wary of your husband," the plebian shared on impulse, leaning forward meaningfully.