It is not the message she wants to return to, after a day well spent in rest and on her personal projects, two newly inked tattoos of the formula she had developed and desperately wished to bring to her world stinging on back and thigh. It brings an immediate and crushing sense of forboding, a rampant mental search for cause she has to forcibly arrest... to reply.]
Well met, Achilles, honorable son of Peleus.
[One who had been her father, for a time, a sweet farce of a time.]
You may find me in my quarters. The hour is growing late, but I can prepare victuals if we are to dine.
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It is not the message she wants to return to, after a day well spent in rest and on her personal projects, two newly inked tattoos of the formula she had developed and desperately wished to bring to her world stinging on back and thigh. It brings an immediate and crushing sense of forboding, a rampant mental search for cause she has to forcibly arrest... to reply.]
Well met, Achilles, honorable son of Peleus.
[One who had been her father, for a time, a sweet farce of a time.]
You may find me in my quarters. The hour is growing late, but I can prepare victuals if we are to dine.
[She's afraid that isn't it at all.]