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Wind Weaver inches away from the god a bit, nervously eyeing his machete. “That’s, um, good, I guess. Good to know that you’re fine.” She stammered, mentally face-palming at her awkwardness. Gods, am I so far gone that I can’t even talk about Eglantine without making everything an awkward mess?! She silently screamed, her chipped nails digging into her palms.

“Um, if you wanted to know, Silverskies had a memorial erected to Eglantine not too long ago. I’m, ah, just letting you know in case you want, um, visit her memorial?” She risked s glance at Orphos, fearing the worst.