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they blink, a line appearing between their brow. at least she's honest. "well, don't," sascha says pointedly, making no effort to extract themself from the conversation or end it. on the contrary, they straighten up a little as she introduces herself. "sascha melonii," they return evenly, gaze flicking toward the forest nearby as they ask,"you from blackfeather?" it would make sense, or else this kid's just wandering around with no parents or anything, in which case, ugh, sascha would probably have to take care of her or something.