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Anaelle couldn’t help the thick swallow she partook in.

U-Um… Her mind was a litany of buzzing French bees, all screaming over one another as the woman promptly forgot everything she ever knew and came up blank.

S-Sesh? Heal? With plant? She gave a shaky little smile. Had she thumbs, she would have given quite the awkward thumbs up.