Maia's touch was unexpected, but not unwelcome. And then she was pulling away, blushing and apologizing. Poor thing, Celeste thought. It had probably been ages since she had spoken with anyone but her father, and that would explain her awkwardness.<br/><br/>"No apologies are necessary," she said gently. "You don't look like a Chelaxian, not especially. But they have infernals as allies, and some of those can change their shape to resemble whoever and whatever they want. All of us have been on edge since Chelaxians arrived here. They have refused our attempts at diplomacy, and it is said they have spies everywhere, even within our outpost. So you might see why we're cautious."<br/><br/>One last attempt to explain, and then she would have to go; there was no time left to waste. "I would help because it is my life's work. Fully half of it has been spent studying ancient civilizations. To learn that one still exists and is in danger, yet might be saved, is something I<em>must</em>do. As for the governor general, he is responsible firstly, for our expedition's safety, and secondly, for finding and making allies. Both of which will inevitably lead him to Ulduvai, if what you say is true."<br/><br/>Celeste motioned to the guards to bring her horse. Although it seemed rude to ride when Maia must walk, she was so exhausted she doubted she could return on foot. "I must go now, both to see to Malhar, and report to my superiors. Will you not join me?" She regarded Maia calmly, awaiting her answer.<br/>