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The halfling's pale orbs widened in surprise, head shaking in an attempt to deny what Whrist was assuming as she charged past the healer in search of threats. "Nae, I am fine, Vhrist. Nae one 'as 'urt me," she reassured quickly, turning to follow the dark woman with wary eyes. "I only meant.." she trailed off, unsure how to phrase her next words.

"Vhen ye vere in 'eat, did ye sleep vith anyone, Vhrist?" Finally, Aerin just forced herself to spit the words out, watching the shadow with a keen eye in case she should become unhinged and attack The Priestess once more.