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Kimya stepped into the booth and sat down across from her long-estranged sister. “Surprised to hear from you, I was. Wish to speak with me, you did?”
Ezma nodded curtly. “We don’t got time for foolish feuds over who was right or who was wrong.”
“Yes,” Kimya agreed. “Nights getting shorter they have. Soon no daylight will be left.”
“I know I’ve disagreed with your potions in the past, but we can’t afford to have the light of the Haven’s fail.” Ezma said seriously. “With Lady Lunafreya’s death, there’s no more Oracles left.”
“Ah,” Kimya said in understanding, “So the aid of a Witch, you now require?”
Ezma sighed, “Yes, Kimya, I do. When we first parted ways, I thought I was doin’ the right thing. But what was right then doesn’t seem right now. The Hunters need resilience if we’re gonna survive and we ain’t gonna find that if I stubbornly stick to the old ways of doin’ things.”
“My help, you shall have,” Kimya agreed readily. “Fortify the Havens against the coming dark, we must.”
“Thank you,” Ezma said. “I know…”
Kimya shook her head. “Blame you, Ezma, I have not. To here have our heart’s paths been led. Now, together, a new way forward we shall forge.”
Ezma smiled as she said again, “Thank you.”
The time for mending bridges had now come. Kimya reached across the table and her sister grasped her hand.