[ Oh. Well then. A touch of that smile comes back again, amused. ]
No one has been able to offer me healing yet, and I always seem to have a use for it.
[ She gestures with the hand holding the glass, murmurs a few words in the spidery language of magic in her world, and out of the kitchen comes floating a second wine glass, red wine already poured into it. ]
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No one has been able to offer me healing yet, and I always seem to have a use for it.
[ She gestures with the hand holding the glass, murmurs a few words in the spidery language of magic in her world, and out of the kitchen comes floating a second wine glass, red wine already poured into it. ]
Let's start there.