Lion Head Mesa threw it away, but now i say

Ah, this must be the priestess the pharaoh had spoken of. The one who was to tell if she would have a son. Diantha was thankful that she—was this one of the servants?—was able to tell her so much. Perhaps in her place, Diantha would always be privy to such knowledge. That Qiao was a target was even more interesting. Perhaps she had not given the answer needed for one of the other nebets. Diantha wondered too if she would become a target for such violence.

To the instruction, Diantha nodded. Where will we move her?