[She quirks an eyebrow, not quite sure what to think of that line coming from someone who had taken nearly every moment before to assert that he expects her to attack him. But these thoughts go unsaid; she would rather not get into an argument when it's unlikely she'll find another adequate shelter before the doors lock, and the part that follows is...
... it's something, certainly.]
I... Forgive me, I am not certain I understand. A... literal sense?
[Well, she might turn out to be a giant hypocrite too, if she's been so wary of some kind of guardian deity.]
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... it's something, certainly.]
I... Forgive me, I am not certain I understand. A... literal sense?
[Well, she might turn out to be a giant hypocrite too, if she's been so wary of some kind of guardian deity.]