[ Despite the biting cold, she feels her face warm. With a light laugh, she ventures: ]
May I speak bluntly, milord? [ She addresses the ground, being careful with where she puts her feet. It isn't her first robe rodeo, but they usually aren't so... generous. ]
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[ Despite the biting cold, she feels her face warm. With a light laugh, she ventures: ]
May I speak bluntly, milord? [ She addresses the ground, being careful with where she puts her feet. It isn't her first robe rodeo, but they usually aren't so... generous. ]