[ She meets him halfway, similarly spurred on by an unspoken something, a pull towards him that she can't seem to describe yet can't seem to deny, either. ]
Oh, I...
[ Heat blooms on her cheeks, painting her skin in a rosy lilac. ]
I didn't know you had such a way with words, Trahearne.
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Oh, I...
[ Heat blooms on her cheeks, painting her skin in a rosy lilac. ]
I didn't know you had such a way with words, Trahearne.
[ Men with high charisma scores... her weakness ]