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Flinching, she set the cup down carefully upon the table so that it would not make any noise.  She supposed perhaps the woman had thought she had meant something sarcastic or did not appreciate the kindness Faeril had shown her.  Her mind spun out in many different directions so that she could figure out how to rectify such an error.  The woman spoke again, which soothed the young Queen.

[b]"Ah, I see,"[/b] she responded with a light laugh.  Fiddling with her cup she said, [b]"My mother could be the same.  Though if she was in a mood, it was best to avoid her for the whole day." [/b] The tea went down smoothly and warmed her from the stomach out. [b] "I am sure they will.  I hope my... the boys did not hurt your clan too much - or at all.  Though I would have doubts."[/b]

She leaned back in her chair, settling hands on her lap.  [b]"Tell me a little about yourself?  Or, if you aren't ready yet that is okay too.  Even if it is a little something, I would love to share in things.  I mean, you know quite a bit about me."[/b]  Fatima rubbed her temple lightly, remembering the sensation of the invasion - though permission had been granted.