[Lilias, who is enough of a perfectionist to care about producing quality work, and who dislikes having her space invaded without invitation, shoots a cool look at Set as he tugs her protesting familiar’s feathers and leans against her. Tipping her chin up, she blows sharply into his face, as if he were a little gnat she could shoo away with naught more than her breath.]
You are being a pest. And you have no idea how many languages I need, or what I might need them for.
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You are being a pest. And you have no idea how many languages I need, or what I might need them for.