you are what you love

Ellyra's words washed over Soh, and she let them break like surf against the sand, happy to listen if her friend was willing to talk. At the admission that Ellyra hadn't known she was helping to run the city, Soh laughed. "I was the Ambassador," she explained. "So less running the city and more diplomatic relations, to be honest. At least... up until the end. Then it was kind of an all-hands-on-deck situation." To say the least. "We might have missed someone if not for Safrin. She used her goddess abilities, I guess, to make sure every straggler was out. But we got almost everyone before we called her in to be sure."

And now everyone was safe and, if not settled, then settling. And, like Ellyra said, that was what mattered - never mind that Soh wasn't quite sure where it left her. There was Torchline, of course, and it wasn't that she was unhappy here - quite the contrary - but Stormbreak's loss, and the loss of her role in it, had left something of a giant question mark where her life's purpose had been.

Ellyra's words took a sudden turn, and Soh shook her head vehemently. "No - stop that," she said firmly. "Anyone in their right mind would have left after the Family came and took over. I'm just relieved that you're okay, and that you found a safe place to land."

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