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[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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[energeia]

[ Robin quietly considered it for a moment. It's not like she'd have a valid motivation to go out there, except to see if she could actually find a way out, but even that would require more resources than she was willing to spend. Mental and otherwise. ]

If you decide to go, will you reach out to me?

[princess_of_ida]

You looking to come along?

[Ianthe drained her tankard and moved into the other one.]

[energeia]

Oh — no. I'd just like to make sure you'll be safe.

[princess_of_ida]

I won't go by myself. You don't need to worry, Robin. But I'll try to remember to let you know.

[She would, in fact, fail to do so.]

[energeia]

I appreciate it. I'm glad you won't be alone.

[ Her drink was being a little neglected, so she worked on that. ]

Thank you for answering my questions.

[princess_of_ida]

Just doing my best to help us all get along with the villagers and figure this shit out.

[She flashed a bit of a smile.] Besides, I like seeing you. I'd like to hear you sing again sometime. You know, when everything isn't full of Void bullshit.

[energeia]

[ Robin's smile spread like Ianthe had just said what she needed to hear. ]

I like seeing you too, Ianthe. And I'd love to sing for you. Hopefully that'll be soon.

[princess_of_ida]

[As she took a drink, Ianthe let her eyes wander over Robin as though she was mentally undressing her. To be fair, she kind if was, but it wasn't a conscious act. A week in the chastity belt was starting to get to her.]

Until then, we have ale. And hopefully no more bodies.