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Realizing how silly that sounded only after Mildew begins to laugh, Wessex finally cracks a smile and chuckles at herself as well.
The turn of their conversation gives her a brief moment of pause, brows raising a bit even as the swamp witch offers a hand to help. But she’s seen nothing other than kindness and generosity from Mildew, and she knows that Frey, out of all the heralds, is probably the least vindictive. “Sure,” she says, accepting the hand and allowing her heavy, mud-ridden boots to be guided over the root and mud ledge. “I’m a demigod too, since we’re being candid. Ask away.” She always has her teleportation if necessary. And maybe, just maybe, she can… dunno, change a fraction of this woman’s mind?
The turn of their conversation gives her a brief moment of pause, brows raising a bit even as the swamp witch offers a hand to help. But she’s seen nothing other than kindness and generosity from Mildew, and she knows that Frey, out of all the heralds, is probably the least vindictive. “Sure,” she says, accepting the hand and allowing her heavy, mud-ridden boots to be guided over the root and mud ledge. “I’m a demigod too, since we’re being candid. Ask away.” She always has her teleportation if necessary. And maybe, just maybe, she can… dunno, change a fraction of this woman’s mind?
WESSEX
