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Myrika is by Kiri!
He stared at her and she gawked back, her eyes finally lifting up toward his face with the question still written plainly there. All sorts of scenarios flitted through her head -- maybe she'd acted wrongly with Ithiel on the borders the other day, maybe she'd committed some error in her duties or forgot some crucial part of them. She did not think so, but the improbable filled her head anyway, and she was aware of Kaena shuffling up to stand almost at her shoulder, one silver-gray hand mottled with scar tissue pressing on Myri's shoulder. She glanced toward it for a moment, but it only served to make her more nervous. She looked toward Ezekiel again and seemed about to ask again when he moved, reaching for his bag and spoke, finally.
Her heart jumped. Oh, she said, lamely, ears flattening into the wild red tangle atop her head. Where -- where are you going? she asked, her voice meek. She didn't have to ask if this was some weekending trip -- that much, at least, was clear to her, and something else became clear a moment later, as well. You're not telling everyone? Just us? she frowned, shrugging Kaena's hand away from her shoulder and taking a half-step toward him. Surely, he must have told Vesper, at the very least, but the Consul thought it supremely strange he would come to them all privately. Wasn't this something to tell the entirety of the clan?
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