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her cheeks warmed as she heard the sound of a familiar voice—not for who it belonged to, but for them seeing her again in a state of pain and struggle! she was bashful, and though she accepted and believed in the ideals of all beliefs of the Nereid women, it truly was difficult to think onesself superior to anyone in the state she was in; it was hardly conducive to the superior way she was meant to feel. at the very least, Galateia was able to hold herself well—and as he spoke she brought herself to look at him. the joy in his voice put her at ease, and she could not help but smile at his words. only a little, she murmured, though she was proud of what she had accomplished. the slow wave of her plume seemed to tell this, before she spoke again: It is difficult... but it shall be worth it, and she looked, again, to her feet. recalling that he wished to learn to heal, she gently nosed the budding herb alongside her pale paw, and looked up at him through thick lashes. do you know what this is? she inquired, her emerald eyes agleam.