[Yenh almost wants to laugh at the sudden absurdity of the situation, but no—she jumps up and leaves the tent, bracing against the sudden drop in temperature.]
[While Aymeric panics, she operates as though the whole situation didn't look completely guilty.]
Estinien, my friend! Come— it's your turn for a massage! I shall tend to your aching flesh and muscles!
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[While Aymeric panics, she operates as though the whole situation didn't look completely guilty.]
Estinien, my friend! Come— it's your turn for a massage! I shall tend to your aching flesh and muscles!