[Varian's answer in turn raises Junia's estimation of him, for the simple fact it reminds her of the one alchemist she does tolerate. The beaked doctor is mad, and a blasphemer, and of course, a filthy creature - but she is clever, and she is still alive. Remaining alive counts for a great deal.]
I know of what you speak. [Hn.] Very well, then. A world from a dream, where I have been stolen to, and infected with wretched disease.
[Junia's eyes glitter inside the blanket in a way that suggests she has much more ice yet to throw ahead of her.]
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I know of what you speak. [Hn.] Very well, then. A world from a dream, where I have been stolen to, and infected with wretched disease.
[Junia's eyes glitter inside the blanket in a way that suggests she has much more ice yet to throw ahead of her.]