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He was quick to apologize, and Nazli knew she should do the same. She had been defensive when she need not be; but she was a child still, a girl who only recently learned of what to expect as she grew older. In a way she would be thrust in to her own role regardless of her own wants.

The man spoke of a harsh life that had started early, and in that regard they were the same. She had never hurt anyone on purpose, or been made to kill - but certainly there were things she had done that diminished her own soul, little by little.

She is quiet. Pensive. A sigh comes crawling up and out of her. I should be more courteous, so I must apologize. You do nothing wrong - as an outsider to Akashingo, I cannot expect you to understand everything about this place. Not even she understood it all. She was learning more each day, and the weight of it was beginning to wear upon her.

Our dead lay entombed elsewhere, actually. It was a grim turn in the conversation and one she hurried past. You serve your master in your way, I do in mine - we are the same, and different. I am sorry for what you have endured.

Nazli moved to carefully lean against him a moment, almost like a side-hug, and then withdrew and looked down upon the remnants of their meal. I will tend to this. Come inside when you feel ready? And if you need more of me, I can always help. You need only ask. She smiles, and tidies up the fowl so that it is easier to carry.

She does not leave immediately though, in case Reyson has more to say - or a dismissal ready for her.