[Daine blinks owlishly back, distracted by an odd sensation from her magic. It feels a bit like immersing herself in cold saltwater, but without actually getting wet. She resists the urge to squirm. There's a conversation happening. Focus.]
Oh. I think I know who you mean. [Unless there's a third girl with her face running around, which she hopes there's not.] Does that happen a lot?
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Oh. I think I know who you mean. [Unless there's a third girl with her face running around, which she hopes there's not.] Does that happen a lot?