[Oh, seven hells. Yes, yes, she does have a friend she can call. And if she does, then she'll have to explain why she needs manna, and what she did to be out of it in the first place, and she'll never hear the end of it.]
Aye.
[She closes her eyes, hair fanned out beneath her, focusing on breathing like drawing air into her lungs will somehow fix the problem.]
But I. I don't want him to see me like this. So. No.
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Aye.
[She closes her eyes, hair fanned out beneath her, focusing on breathing like drawing air into her lungs will somehow fix the problem.]
But I. I don't want him to see me like this. So. No.