[ There he goes, reprimanding her like he thinks he's Ravus, and she has to fight back the smile again. ] As always, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. [ She's not starving herself, of course; he's not the only kind soul bringing her meals. For that, she doesn't tell him he's spoiling Umbra.
(Umbra is already very spoiled. And once that jerky gets scarfed down, he's definitely asking for more pats.)
She sorts through the basket, pulling out the items one by one. ] Oh, you brought cake! Wonderful. [ Her expression dims when she reaches the end of the basket. Tenderly, she takes the pouch of coins, measuring it in her hand. ]
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(Umbra is already very spoiled. And once that jerky gets scarfed down, he's definitely asking for more pats.)
She sorts through the basket, pulling out the items one by one. ] Oh, you brought cake! Wonderful. [ Her expression dims when she reaches the end of the basket. Tenderly, she takes the pouch of coins, measuring it in her hand. ]
A dangerous gift...
[ Her tone is measured, but still not unkind. ]