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VOICE
She reaches up, fingertips brushing across the scars on his face, expression enigmatic at best, but the optimistic might read it as something protective, something unhappy to see him injured. ”Not for your other eye - I would still advise against having that one removed,” she murmurs. A joke? From the Voice? Wonder of wonders. ”But for the replacement? We can certainly make it more long lasting,” she confirms with a nod.
Withdrawing at last, she moves to walk around the shrine, admiring the previous offerings left there. ”I will need a few things to do this work,” she advises. ”Some may not be so easy to find. I will need a reasonably sized diamond - the size of an eyeball, unsurprisingly enough. ”And the blood from a Seer Cat. Once you have those, return here on a night when there is a storm.”
Withdrawing at last, she moves to walk around the shrine, admiring the previous offerings left there. ”I will need a few things to do this work,” she advises. ”Some may not be so easy to find. I will need a reasonably sized diamond - the size of an eyeball, unsurprisingly enough. ”And the blood from a Seer Cat. Once you have those, return here on a night when there is a storm.”
