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Neiu did not have to hear their words to recognise a disagreement. She grimaced at the wall, tucking her hair into her scarf. She couldn't afford allowing them to split. She had already overstepped her role as their shadow. To fail while doing so would ensure her punishment. But were she able to keep the Small Order informed, she hoped they would overlook her disobedience.
Ulysses strode out of the shadows, a tune on his lips, a false air to his steps. Neiu's eyes slid over him, to the shadows where she hoped the girl waited. "Ulysses? What have you decided to do? The town, it's waking." She said quietly, when he reached her. Almost as an answer, the Shadow Dancer stepped out and began to walk toward them. She did not look at Neiu, as she crossed her arms over her chest and read the walls. Neiu sighed in resignation. She wondered how long it would take for her to treat her as a companion.
At news of the rebellion, Neiu bit her lip. The Small Order would not miss her in that regard. She was a scout, not a soldier. Yet she had not bade farewell to her close ones before leaving, believing she would be back before the Rebellion hit. It did not seem as though she would see them for many moons. She looked at her feet, hiding the lines of worry written across her forehead. Now was not the time to be anxious. "I have no objections." Straightening up, she looked at the girl. "Except one, perhaps. May I have the name of my new companion?"