Surprise rippled across Qebhet's expression, widening her eyes. No small act of trust at all, and she didn't think Marian trusted lightly in the first instance. She felt rather touched by it. "Then I am honoured," she said, simply and honestly, "and happy to be here. I was sorry we didn't have the chance to speak more, that night of the hunt." That Marian had been willing to fight a monster, a lone folk hero among gods and sorcerers, to defend people she didn't even know – that had been the moment Qebhet had known she was someone who could be trusted.
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