Lion Head Mesa twentieth

skippable unless addressed. <3

She didn't know if the herbs had worked or if her activities with the pharaoh had never been fruitful to begin with, but Diantha was satisfied in knowing she could take that knowledge to her grave. Nobody need know of what they had done, what could have been, and she could go on living here without being chased out—or worse.

Diantha did as she was told, her front half lowering briefly before gathering with the other nobles. She briefly looked for Charles, trying to sort out which one he was among the others, but she could not say for certain. Was he the tiny one? That would have been a laugh. But for the most part, she remained silent, listening.