[What a blatantly damaged creature. And she isn't thinking about his wounded brow, either, or necessarily the rumors that permeate this place -- though she is too sharp to have missed those.
She nods back at him, a porcelain-perfect smile on her face as she watches him go.
It's ten, perhaps fifteen minutes later, before there's a patter of a tiny fist on the door. The cape that had swung at her bottom in her adult form now floats well down past her knees, and her blonde hair is caught up in ringlets to offset her huge and frightened eyes.]
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She nods back at him, a porcelain-perfect smile on her face as she watches him go.
It's ten, perhaps fifteen minutes later, before there's a patter of a tiny fist on the door. The cape that had swung at her bottom in her adult form now floats well down past her knees, and her blonde hair is caught up in ringlets to offset her huge and frightened eyes.]