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Star smirked at Mahler's comment, and was only more amused when Marble clung tightly to her rocks. Her gaze shot back up to the eisen, A little guardian- she certainly has my blood. Of course, it was not the same sort of things Star fought to protect... but sometimes it was nice to interpret in this way. Even if her daughter had a rock obsession, the matron would find a way to see it in a positive light- though she would likely never understand.