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"Oh my," Ovaltine replied, wondering who could do such a thing. Then again, he'd heard plenty of terrible stories from his travels. This wasn't the worst, though the outcome might have been. Her lack of sight in one eye would hinder her, whether she was willing to admit it or not. She would adapt, he assumed, but she would always have that handicap. Morbid curiosity had him wondering if it would shorten her lifespan. She would not be able to hunt as well, to protect herself as well, and she likely would not be considered a suitable mate for many.

"How long ago?" he queried. Her case was a unique one, and he was interested in learning more. It was a bit of a shame she didn't seem to know much about the actual incident or what had been involved. If others had been around, it seemed they had not given her the information. Perhaps they thought a child should not hear such things... although Ovaltine was of the mind that anybody going through such an experience should know what had happened to their own body.