The panic, the anxiety, the conflicted emotions, they're... gone. What was that thing? She'd assumed it was about the-
...At least her mother's voice seems to have finally left her alone. She glances at Shealtiel's hand on her arm, seemingly puzzled by something, but apparently it's not worth mentioning, and she slowly climbs to her feet.]
I suppose I have to thank you. Again.
[She sounds mildly frustrated about it, but then, her voice always did sort of sound like that anyway.]
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The panic, the anxiety, the conflicted emotions, they're... gone. What was that thing? She'd assumed it was about the-
...At least her mother's voice seems to have finally left her alone. She glances at Shealtiel's hand on her arm, seemingly puzzled by something, but apparently it's not worth mentioning, and she slowly climbs to her feet.]
I suppose I have to thank you. Again.
[She sounds mildly frustrated about it, but then, her voice always did sort of sound like that anyway.]