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>Attempt to cheer her up.
>Tell her something true about yourself.
“You know, I grew up with many younger siblings myself. I found myself stepping in to take care of them often, and I found it quite fulfilling.. if exhausting.” You muse. It is said the greatest lies sow kernels of truth. “It's a wonder I grew up with all my fingers intact the way my baby brother would bite. We’re.. not so close nowadays, but I’d still stop at nothing to protect him and his ilk. I suppose you and I aren’t wholly unlike in that sense, sister.”
“Well, I definitely know how you feel. I’ve got bite marks, too.” Mari shudders. You get the feeling the kids she takes care of don’t have sharp teeth, but you neglect to point that out. “That’s the nice thing about children, I suppose. They lose that energy as they grow up. Well, I could do without the biting, though. If there were something I could do for them.. even against the beast..”
“I’m quite the master duelist, you know.” You roll the pommel of your rapier along your palm. “Believe you me–if this beast is real, I will have its head. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“..Of course.” She smiles weakly, standing and dusting her knees off. “Shall we be off? Your home has to be near now, Avalsidal, right?”
“By now, yes. BROCELIANDE FOREST is not that great a wood. We’re close to the edge of it by my measure.” You shrug. “It’s a good thing, too–the moon is starting to grow high, and that’s when dangerous monsters begin roaming..”
As the sister moves ahead, you spot a book on the ground left behind after her prayer–it appears to have slipped from her habit as she kneeled. It’s very small, enough to fit in a pocket, but it exudes a strange kind of aura. You feel a strange kind of repulsion about it.. perhaps her bible? The devotees of her faith seldom carry around holy books, though.. You get an off feeling about this.
>Pick up and observe the book.
>Point out to Mari that she dropped something.
>Leave it be.
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