"It would be simple," she began, "to merely speak of destiny. And foolish. Atris believes the design is hers. An arrogant presumption, but she still believes she is what she was."

She moved a bit closer, readying a much bolder move.

"But the task is really that of another. One you know well."

Let hope rise in him, but slowly at first. Lulling his suspicions of her.

"Meetra Surik."