( She is introduced to her guests now, perpetually if inconsolably escorted. Noting about 'Beitang Moran's appearance surprises.

And yet she shudders on her makeshift throne, clasping the arms with tight conviction. When she speaks, it's with the robotic affectation favoured as polish in Minaras: )

You are. Very. Of course — correct. I am. Protected. We are all protected. All hail. The. Truce.