[One slow nod as she checks off another confirmed theory. Early fifties and partially putrefied, of course she's for real undead.
Good thing she had a long stare-down with the walls of the outhouse yesterday. The existential crisis has quieted in the anemic light of day, and she's able to broach the subject with only a minor roll of the stomach.]
That's interesting. [Her lips twitch. Brows furrow.] If I'm distracting you, let me know, but...is that what you wanted? Being raised?
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Good thing she had a long stare-down with the walls of the outhouse yesterday. The existential crisis has quieted in the anemic light of day, and she's able to broach the subject with only a minor roll of the stomach.]
That's interesting. [Her lips twitch. Brows furrow.] If I'm distracting you, let me know, but...is that what you wanted? Being raised?