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Akagalcia grinned with relief as Rave finished his explanation of how he thought of her situation.

"That sounds like something close to what I'm telling you. This is not my little thread of the fabric. But, staying here, it will be someday." She looked down at her mug, shades of forlorn dulling the twinkle in her eyes. "Finding another wakeful helps. I didn't know whether the pain I felt from working power was mine, or the power." She has a sip, her expression hardening further still.

"I know now." Glumness, determination, contentment; they all seemed to pull her expression one way and then another. She brought the mug to her lips, draining it and refilling it with the last pour from her pitcher. "I want to hate this. But it's people and fire and music. Everything is nice. I can't hate it."