[ She has no particular reason to hide her weavings, she left them as gifts in the nesting deck, hung them up in the gardens, though never anywhere too conspicuous. She'll point them out, gladly. Easy as she feels about agreeing with Noctis, there is a more important question to be asked, which answers his own, in a way: ]
Does it bother you, that I am happy with it?
[ It bothers others. They look at her with fear and with discomfort. They talk down to her, about giving herself up. They're ignorant. She dislikes the ignorant with a vicious quality. It made one weak. ]
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[ She has no particular reason to hide her weavings, she left them as gifts in the nesting deck, hung them up in the gardens, though never anywhere too conspicuous. She'll point them out, gladly. Easy as she feels about agreeing with Noctis, there is a more important question to be asked, which answers his own, in a way: ]
Does it bother you, that I am happy with it?
[ It bothers others. They look at her with fear and with discomfort. They talk down to her, about giving herself up. They're ignorant. She dislikes the ignorant with a vicious quality. It made one weak. ]