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Alyhana sat with her hands folded in her lap, her eyes steady despite the tremble in her voice.
Xander was the first to speak. "If this is what you want… I won't stop you."
Alyhana nodded, her shoulders squaring slightly. "Thank you, Kaehli. I want to make her proud," she said. "And I want to help you, I'm not afraid."
Vimea leaned forward, her fingers laced together on the table. Her voice was calm, but there was something searching in her gaze. "Are you sure about this, Alyhana?"
Alyhana didn't hesitate with her response, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
She looked around the table, meeting each of their eyes in turn. "I know I've hardly ever left Iasora. I know I'm not a warrior or a strong fighter and I'm only good at healing magic. But I believe in what Maia believed in and I believe in Xander. And I believe this is where I'm meant to be."
