Oh, dee, eye, enh. [she says each as he spells, her gaze flickering from his hands to his face to ensure she was getting them right. truth be told, writing was so very low on her list of priorities...
she lets out a soft sigh, sitting back for a moment.] Man-of-god, what sort of god leaves your face so unhappy? Is it the god at all?
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she lets out a soft sigh, sitting back for a moment.] Man-of-god, what sort of god leaves your face so unhappy? Is it the god at all?