“How do you do it?”
“Do what? Fight? With difficulty.” She laughed some as she looked at me.
“Zahra.” Her husband said curtly.
“It’s alright, Owyn.” She smiled at me delicately. “Haven’t you realized it yet? It’s Lady Ashira. I’d recognize her abilities anywhere.” She reached for my hand, grabbing it gently. I felt uncomfortable at yet another person confusing me for their goddess. “I’ve missed you, milady. I see time has changed you. As you foretold.”