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”Yes.” The Voice smiles, a pale hand drifting over Pemota, fussing over the star whale for a few moments before she turns her attention properly to Nate, moving to stand before him. She would not insult him with pretty words, knowing all too well his opinion about the Ascended and his struggle with it. Raising a brow at his next comment, the Voice tilts her head and reaches out, cupping his chin to tilt up his head that she might better examine the damage.
”Bright one, I would not see any of you go without,” she says, static eyes moving over the scarring, the injuries, cogs already turning to see what might be done. ”Is that all? To be able to see properly?” she asks - regardless of his answer, she clearly already has ideas.
”Bright one, I would not see any of you go without,” she says, static eyes moving over the scarring, the injuries, cogs already turning to see what might be done. ”Is that all? To be able to see properly?” she asks - regardless of his answer, she clearly already has ideas.
