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[It is the first time in many long millennia that she has not been simply watching, waiting. The star, now safely delivered, is in the hands of those who walk its surface, her children to continue serving as its stewards, and in her heart, there is as much weariness as there is peace. Her strength is largely spent, but she has not faded away completely, the heart of the star itself still standing after all this time.

Her strength has faded, yes, but her intuition has not. She does not look towards the little bird that joins her, but she recognizes her all the same, and her lips curl into a faint smile as she bows her head in acknowledgement.]

I was wondering if we might chance to see one another again.

[It had seemed inevitable— but she does not seem troubled by this meeting in the least.]