[ She herself looks out over the red water. She hates the sight of it. Even after being reassured by one too many well-meaning hosts... It disgusts her, somewhere deep. She had been raised somewhere singed, had worshipped an entity who radiated fire. Water is not an element she views as her friend, in the basest most superstitious part of herself. ]
Of course. I could hardly satisfy myself, waiting behind.
[ She's here, she's come on this mission, and so she will participate in it. ]
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Of course. I could hardly satisfy myself, waiting behind.
[ She's here, she's come on this mission, and so she will participate in it. ]