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"You have such high standards," Rowenna returned with a grin.
But she felt a strange sensation, something she vaguely remembered from some long ago time wrapped in mists of memory. It was associated with taking care of a very small animal that had lost its mother to a predator; she had cared for it until it died. She did not like the feeling: it was not her place to take care of a little lost one. And Nydfara was not that.
Nevertheless, her grin had slipped to a momentarily creased brow and a frown on her lips before she recovered.
Forcing a smile she asked, "What sort of living does suit you?"
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