"Help it?" Safrin replies, her fingers pulling slightly at the ends of Amalia's hair to cause just enough pressure such that shivers will race up and down the baker's spine. "Honestly, I do not know why it was created. What its...purpose is. I think you'd need to know that in order to help it. From what I have seen it is programmed to be as it is; gaseous and fearful. What the Voice was trying to accomplish, I have no idea."
Sighing softly, Safrin merely nods. "Many have made such vows." She agrees, though whether she means this year in particular or over the centuries is unclear. Probably both. "All of our powers are muted during the week... I would offer you immortality if it was mine to give, but we both know it isn't." Humming to herself and considering gently, Safrin twitches her lips. "What do you think you need? To help you in this?"
Sighing softly, Safrin merely nods. "Many have made such vows." She agrees, though whether she means this year in particular or over the centuries is unclear. Probably both. "All of our powers are muted during the week... I would offer you immortality if it was mine to give, but we both know it isn't." Humming to herself and considering gently, Safrin twitches her lips. "What do you think you need? To help you in this?"
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