Vesta lets out the breath she’s been holding when E’ni’cala tells her that it’s been sent. Relief softens her shoulders, and she returns the hug tightly. “Thank you,” she murmurs. When she draws back, she nods, offering a warm, if weary smile.  “I’ll have tea waiting for you next time. And perhaps a few new chapters from my book.” She readies herself to leave. “You take care of yourself too, alright?”

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