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Tirush turns and loos at Marcus, then to Armata, and sneers. "Then perhaps the two of you should get a room together."

She fixes her gaze on Armata, her golden eyes ablaze with a fire hotter than the sun. Her words resound, like molten magma.

"Gei sül zu'ul féh'en ofah ih'fen kreiï."

She turns and stalks off towards the alcove without another word. Hesitating, giving Marcus an apologetic look, Regina hurries after her.