Tiletta was my master. Rutile and Mitile are her childre . . .
[The words tumbling out of his mouth catch up to him at the last syllable, and Mithra's eyes widen as he slaps a hand over his mouth. With a loud splash, he all but throws himself upright into the water in visible alarm.]
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Tiletta was my master. Rutile and Mitile are her childre . . .
[The words tumbling out of his mouth catch up to him at the last syllable, and Mithra's eyes widen as he slaps a hand over his mouth. With a loud splash, he all but throws himself upright into the water in visible alarm.]