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“I’d never,” Wessex immediately replies, mirroring his shock with her own exaggerated, aghast step back. “Only that you might have gotten her confused with Isla or Maea… and I can’t quite see either of them diving into Delilah’s torrid Torchline affair.” Right or wrong, maybe that just goes to show how little - or how much - she truly knows about her kin. As for what she’s researching - well, he’s almost on the nose. Her shoulders find her ears a little sheepishly, and as she shrugs, she says. “In a roundabout way. Mostly looking for information about the Climb, Draig, or Greatwood, because they wouldn’t put one here. And so far, the relics’ve mostly been attached to places linked with other legends - the Last Step, the Maw, the Peepholes -” Anyway, she’ll stop there to spare him, and she’s sure that if there are other patrons in the Atheneum, they won’t appreciate the Hailstrorm’s screaming. Her lips purse together as she nods, still unsurprised by his tale. “They have any proof?” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here