The queen's eyes grow wide with disbelief as she glances between Sampson, Clarence and the Chancellor. She rises with a forlorn expression, leaving Qippert's bedside to cross the room. Both princesses watch, neither affected by our return or news. I shift to locate Ariana on the other side of the bed but she's not there.
"Fychu," Queen Ravan approaches, her voice strained as if it'd been overused or possibly cried out. "You have shown us great kindness once again. We are forever indebted to you."
"Your debt can be filled by aligning yourselves with the Arizals," he removes the bag, handing it over to Chancellor Keller.
"We have already done that," he takes the satchel and glances in. His face visibly relaxes before he wipes the expression clean, looking to Sampson with grave intent. "What else can be done?"
"Nothing more," the Fychu shakes his head, "we didn't assist to exploit reward. Only support when it's needed."