[She does NOT appreciate the teasing, it's making her grow redder-- what.]
... The God of Mischief. I see. Wonderful.
[She pulls out a chair to sit on. Then she turns to Briar and points at him to teleport him to his bedroom. Might as well let him rest somewhere comfortable before she continues this conversation.]
Alright. I'll listen. And I... apologize... for my actions against you. [This is all said in a somewhat strained manner.]
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... The God of Mischief. I see. Wonderful.
[She pulls out a chair to sit on. Then she turns to Briar and points at him to teleport him to his bedroom. Might as well let him rest somewhere comfortable before she continues this conversation.]
Alright. I'll listen. And I... apologize... for my actions against you. [This is all said in a somewhat strained manner.]