[At first... she seems to concentrate on just standing. Her legs, much like her arms, are thin from disuse and poor nutrition, but she manages it with his help, leaning heavily against him in the process. She looks a bit out of it still, like the acceptance of the Kenoma has left her drained and a little loopy, but one foot... in front of the other...]
The Regent who... brought us here... ?
[One more foot... in front of the other... a little slip, a tremble, before she continues on.]
Who... wants our help... ?
[What was the mission? That's all she needed to know. ... To start.]
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The Regent who... brought us here... ?
[One more foot... in front of the other... a little slip, a tremble, before she continues on.]
Who... wants our help... ?
[What was the mission? That's all she needed to know. ... To start.]