[ She smooths her fingers along the material of her skirt. Feeling the bumps of embroidery between the set of her rings and chains. Letting the material be its own comfort. His worry though, makes her laugh. ]
Them? [ She laughs, quickly come as gone. ] I've met thousands of them. They do not bother me.
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Them? [ She laughs, quickly come as gone. ] I've met thousands of them. They do not bother me.