[ A pause, as she closes her yes and draws in a breath-- as if listening for a siren's song carried on the breeze. ] No... I mean, I don't think so. [ Opening them again, she looks at Xenk.
Her gaze drifts to the pile of ash beside him, telltale remnants of his divine-powered attack against the creature, then to the splatter of inky, dark blood over his clothes.
She walks over to him, stepping over the ash pile. ] It's not poisonous, is it?
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Her gaze drifts to the pile of ash beside him, telltale remnants of his divine-powered attack against the creature, then to the splatter of inky, dark blood over his clothes.
She walks over to him, stepping over the ash pile. ] It's not poisonous, is it?