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Canillia has just arrived at the embassy.

y hope it's important Ni-An-neu Tryker? Lea was furious...
_ we found him!
_ who?"
Fleur staggered a little and her voice quavered:

Aelyne...

Where is she? We'll look for her...
An, Y put her in her room here..."

Canillia breathes with relief.

Is she well?
She doesn't know who she is anymore...
She says her name is hubae.
Hubae?
y want sul to examine it...

She seems to have signed a contract with Ore Altae.
Liosta hired him to take her off their hands.
_Okal, y monte."

Canillia enters the room without knocking.

A Trykette stands motionless in the middle of the room.
Her long braid runs down her back over the maid's uniform.
The young homine turns around slowly, impassive.
The great Alkiën recognized Aelyne.
La ch'tite" has not been spared by life: her eyes have lost the innocence of childhood.

Are you Hubae?

Hubae assesses the newcomer.
It looks familiar, as does the whole room.
She recognizes the insignia of the old Alkiane Order:
Deles Silam, Serae-Kin. What's next for Lye?
Before finalizing the agreement, I must check your health.
Please lye undress."

The Trykette hesitates:
Don't...
Don't worry, I won't hurt you. This will be quick.
_Sil, Serae-kin."

The Trykette turns. She removes her brown skirt of servitude.
Canillia recognizes the muscular legs of a bush runner.
Hubae unzips his tunic and lays it on the bed.

The Alkiën then discovers with disgust this thing from the worst Matis past.
The blister on Aelyne's shoulder marks the slavers' ownership of this homine.
Without revealing anything, she approaches and begins her examination.
I was informed that Lye was receiving treatment?

Blushing slightly from handling:
Sil Serae-Kin. This is a tonic.
A tonic?
We shall see..."