[she lifts her head, eyes big, surprised that he actually agreed so quickly. what about that rotten overlord of his? or whatever dozen-plus duties he might've forgone in his brain fog?
actually, instead of remarking on that, something different strikes her:]
Did you...actually agree to something I asked of you? Without me having to yell or singe you to do so?
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actually, instead of remarking on that, something different strikes her:]
Did you...actually agree to something I asked of you? Without me having to yell or singe you to do so?