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the boy is a fool but now that her dignity is restored she can't help but find it somewhat amusing, the way he scrambles to win back her good favor. kindly (ha!) she chooses not to comment on it, merely watching with clear mirth in her expression as he fumbles. driftwood -- okay, driftwood, you can stay. "i am reed," the fearghal answers him, tipping her head up as she speaks. "what were you up to before you decided to accost me?"