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As he spoke of her beginnings, she laughed quietly. Perhaps it would be interesting to see his reaction to her beginnings and life – and while she didn’t care much for gossip, she had told a decent amount of other people so far in the Settlement about her history. As she thought about it, Kalt, Alistair, and Kaladin come to mind. Inhaling quietly, she regards him with perhaps a somewhat wary eye. “I did grow up a servant, but I was almost a queen.” She admits, perhaps a bit quieter. “I’ve always loved gold.” She responds again with a slight tease of her own, a brilliant smile crossing her features. But he moved to a painting of Safrin briefly, as he spoke pleasantries of her. Her sapphire gaze followed him until he stood before her, his finger gently brushing against her cheek and she felt her eyelashes flutter slightly as she looked up to him. She smiled softly to him in response to his compliments, uncertain of really how to respond. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to as he questioned her about joining his church. In a split second, her brows furrowed together and she raised a hand to rest against her chest where her brand used to be. Tapping her fingers along her brand, she looked back to the painting of Safrin for a few moments before returning to Bastien. “I’d love to help in any way I can, but I’m afraid I can’t make it a permanent thing.” She admits, perhaps a bit sheepishly. “The god I know tampered with my voice, I’d rather like to keep what I can.” She purred with a lighthearted laugh. “Perhaps when this is fixed I might come and see you about taking you up on the offer?” She tilted her head to him, gesturing to her throat with the hand that sat on her collarbone. What would Frey think? After they had taken her brand, had shown her to be her own person? What would Safrin think of someone who could change allegiance to whatever befitted them best? Quietly, she regarded Bastien again before she reached up to run her thin fingers along his jaw bone should he let her. She offered him a saccharine smile and dip of her head. “I’m honored that you would offer this to me.” She added, a way of saying thank you even if she couldn’t take him up on it at this point in time. RexannA you are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs you are haunted like every holy thing.

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