[Well, she's given that look to other people before. Krile is ready to write it off, from one healer to another possibly, until the kneeling woman starts talking to her as though she's seen ten fewer summers than the truth.]
My parents? [Now it's her turn to look Clair up and down.] Really?
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My parents? [Now it's her turn to look Clair up and down.] Really?
[Is this conversation actually about to happen?]