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She's in her little house, alone, curled. But why?
You lightly probe your guardian mind - inexperienced as she is, in a way she doesn't feel your intrusion. The brush turns into a light touch, a caress, allowing to assert the situation better. She's clutching at your gifted fang.
Now, you have to subtly entangle the mess of her emotions...
>4 anon roll 1d20 Empathy