[ Her? Well, there are the numerous lives cut short in the name of this or that, for one. Sure, they have been done for a 'good' cause or because of a war being fought or whatever other justification one might come up with but they were still lives taken by her hand. She may not feel any guilt of the majority of them, the strong survive and the weak die, after all, but apparently, that's enough.
She huffs and scowls as he turns over and pulls the blanket with him.
Oh, no, he's not getting away from her right now. There's a reason he's in this bed and not napping somewhere quiet. She reaches down and grabs the blanket, giving it a tug. ]
Why is a sorcerer of eld such as yourself here? Injury or hungover you should be able to take care of that yourself, no?
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She huffs and scowls as he turns over and pulls the blanket with him.
Oh, no, he's not getting away from her right now. There's a reason he's in this bed and not napping somewhere quiet. She reaches down and grabs the blanket, giving it a tug. ]
Why is a sorcerer of eld such as yourself here? Injury or hungover you should be able to take care of that yourself, no?