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Reivaem had been sitting at the edge of the commons for a while before anyone noticed, which was fine, because noticing wasn't what she wanted. She comes from Botora, a world you've never heard of and have no reason to have heard of, her people there are not made of flesh the way you might expect, but of something closer to attention itself, the way your own kind are made of blood and bone. Lately her attention had been turned mostly inward, checking and rechecking a wound that wasn't bleeding anymore but hadn't closed either.