drowning in hatred

The petite female nods warmly in return to Hannibal's greeting, but of course her attention is on Nephthys. The bronzed goddess she's spent many hours with outside of these boundaries. Leera's tail sways but she goes still when the raven announces the High Lord's arrival, at which Leera takes several steps back to let the males talk. After all, she's only here to observe.

She finds herself next to Eulogy, but she offers the bondservant no more than a short, studying glance before her attention fixes on Tyranis, curious to see what he will make of Nephthys. Listening silently to the exchange, Leera gives her cinnamon-hued friend a reassuring nod.

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