[ She buries her head in her hands. Her reputation is in taters. He's going to go and spread rumors of that useless goddess who sings while she sleeps. Sure he doesn't look like the kind of person to do that, but she's in panic mode.
Very little makes sense when you panic. ]
P-Please accept my apologies... I must have been far more tired than I expected...
[ Sniff. Whines. She'll never recover from this. ]
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Very little makes sense when you panic. ]
P-Please accept my apologies... I must have been far more tired than I expected...
[ Sniff. Whines. She'll never recover from this. ]