[It wasn't his fault! Or hers, really, that the Storm or whatever it is granted this specific thing the chance to happen. Krile, still leaning rather heavily upon her staff, shakes her head at the implied offer.]
That wouldn't be very fair of me to ask of you, would it?
[Hard things don't just get to be banished. If only.]
You came, in the end. [A more ready grin, this time, recalling her usual self.] I heard you had to swim for it.
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That wouldn't be very fair of me to ask of you, would it?
[Hard things don't just get to be banished. If only.]
You came, in the end. [A more ready grin, this time, recalling her usual self.] I heard you had to swim for it.