[ That's something, she supposes. One last kindness. Kettara shrugs, watching the fire. It cracks and pops, but does not speak to her. There is no wisdom to be gained from it. Yet, she stays. Perhaps if she is patient, if she is good and faithful, then her meditation will bear some sort of fruit. ]
It served a purpose. And my teacher - he avenged me.
[ She had known as much before she finally passed. Master Muln had held her close while her body gave out. And for a moment she had imagined he might have been like a father after all, that he might guide her into the next life. ]
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[ That's something, she supposes. One last kindness. Kettara shrugs, watching the fire. It cracks and pops, but does not speak to her. There is no wisdom to be gained from it. Yet, she stays. Perhaps if she is patient, if she is good and faithful, then her meditation will bear some sort of fruit. ]
It served a purpose. And my teacher - he avenged me.
[ She had known as much before she finally passed. Master Muln had held her close while her body gave out. And for a moment she had imagined he might have been like a father after all, that he might guide her into the next life. ]
His next student will do better.