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The gleeful fae shyed away from the other owman's question about her sisters. Tentatively answering, she grimaced. "I did everything for them...practically served them, but they still hated me." Her pretty little head lowered with shame and sadness, this time remaining low as the other woman talked on. Knowing that others had people, even this bitter white wolf, made Feyre cringe at herself.

She finally lifted her head as the other owman finished speaking, staring directly behind the woman as she spoke with a programed response. "I am glad for you." He flase smile flshed upon her face, but her desolate eyes remained solemn and broken. 

Feyre nodded her head at the woman's second sentance, agreeing. "It does become quite lonely.." She paused, a quisitive expression casting over her face. "Did you ever find yourself talking?..to yourself?" A slightly embarass expression crossed her face, as her mouth couldn't quite learn when to shut up with its ceaseless banter.