"The fire is behind me." <The fire is behind me.> Word, and thought, as if mantra. At the mention of returning her magic to her, Akagalcia had turned instantly to stare at Rave, all traces of joy and melancholy in her voice and on her face gone. She spoke more as the next song finally began, but the din of the instruments and the movement of the crowd made it difficult to hear. But her surface thoughts were loud. <He did not leave me here to learn fire. This will return to me. He did not leave me here to learn The Void. This too will return.> Akagalcia had another couple of gulps from her mug. Some warmth came with it, a bit of brightness back in her eyes as she set her mug back on the table. <He left me here to learn the pain that hides Fire and Void and the patterns to stitch flowers from soot and spin silks from stone. My magic is not gone. My life is. I am begun anew.>

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Akagalcia leaned back in her seat again, steepling her hands over her belly and nodding in time with the beat. <We talk past one another still. I am simple, and you look past this. I do not serve you because I owe you. I serve you because it is nice.> Her expression grew ponderous. <Would you not give favor to a crafter whom made you a shirt? My only favor is time, for I am free of it, and others have need of it. It is a nice thing for someone. We are the same.>