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or Gerent can come and get them. I'm happy that we've worked that out. The part where this is coming from the One God. We failed to let that be known earlier. All of those people starving are doing so due to my failure to make that clear. Please ask them all to forgive me?" She sounded sincere enough, but there was also an edge to the words. As if she weren't happy to be saying them, even if it was incredibly gracious of her.
    "No one here thinks that, Tiera. The All High works to his own schedule, after all. I can probably get away in a few hours. Call it ten? We can't let this current movement falter, but people will need some sleep eventually."
    Roget nodded, his eyes going wide as the women spoke.
    Tiera made a sound that was a bit unpleasant then.
    "Good. Well, I'll have that set up. When you get a chance, after that's done, get with me here? I have some things for you to do. If you will, I mean. If it were me , I'd say no right off the top, but I hear that you're a better person that way?" Now there was a bit of teasing to the words. The real kind that meant whatever it was wouldn't be all that bad.
    "That sounds fun. I'll be...Well, this could take a while, to be honest. We're making our way on foot. Maybe we can split things up soon? Get people moving in more than one direction? That will be faster."
    Tiera grunted, then closed the line on her. It wasn't exactly polite, but who could tell her she was messing up? Sara grinned and let her head droop to the side a bit, feeling tired enough that she was nearly about to fall over. Not that she had time for that sort of thing now.
    Roget blinked at her and finally looked away, seeming shy.
    "You... can just call up the Queen? And she speaks to you?"
    "Oh, well, friend of the family, I guess. You could probably do it too. As long as you're working for Terry like you are. I need..." She couldn't remember what it was she had to do for a moment. That was exhaustion, no doubt. It was making her mind hazy and so unclear that she needed to sleep soon, if she wasn't going to fall down and not get back up.
    After a moment it occurred to her that she needed to call Timon.
    Because that wasn't going to be hard for her or anything. Was it?
    Tapping the right sigil, she waited, hoping that Trice would pick up instead. They were married now, Tim and Trice.
    The voice that came across was deep and mellow, not her old school roommate.
    "Tim Baker, how may I help you today... Sara?"
    Rolling her eyes, she almost hung up. Tim was always at least a few steps beyond where everyone else was, wasn't he?
    "We need more food units for Tellerand. It's a bit rough so far, but people here are accepting that as one of his saints you were able to commune with the All High and he brought them into being. So, if you could do that again?" She smiled, and it carried into her voice she thought.
    Without missing a beat, words came back sounding... humble . Speaking in Tellerand too, which was a thing that she didn't know Tim had learned yet.
    "All Praise to Him. I will seek to repeat the communion now. We can have a full shipment ready to go out of the stores here in... Four hours? You'll need bodies on the ground too..."
    Sighing she nodded, which he could see, since she had one of the new style devices. Tiera and Terry did too, but their faces hadn't been seen. Tim's was. He looked good. Honestly, he was just about perfect.
    Too bad she loved his brother, and not him. Timon would have loved her back, she knew.
    "Tiera has that part. Thanks. I should go now, we need to get moving to the next village."
    Then, not wanting to at all, she ended the communication and stood, her feet feeling like they would have been better off if they were on fire. Everyone else did it too though, and slowly, they hobbled to the next place that needed them. To beg them to take the things they need to survive.
    It didn't make sense, perhaps, but Sara couldn't help but notice that so far it was working. Better than anything else