[ dropping her arm, the fae stares at the dark-haired woman as she silently shares her thoughts with him. the process is effortless and curious. not even the familiar songs of the hidden people vibrated inside his mind in such a way. if they weren't under an attack, he could probably tell there was more to their new connection than just the words, but for now her confusion only mixes with his own. ]
No. We must keep quiet. [ he repeats the old man's warning flatly. it should go without saying. they can't even move. ] Do you know what a Servitor is, Christian woman?
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No. We must keep quiet. [ he repeats the old man's warning flatly. it should go without saying. they can't even move. ] Do you know what a Servitor is, Christian woman?