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[They play coy now that it's Alhaitham.

"Well. Sort of." She twirls her hair with her fingers. "He's 'here' enough that he can take care of us when we need him to."

Benedikta's frown tightens. She knows all too well what that means. She's read enough books to know where this goes—

"But he's not as delicious anymore, is he?"

The other one shakes her head. "No, he's kind of old and spoiled now."]

Just answer him!

[God, she's already furious, and Benedikta storms inside the room, sword extended out in front of her.

"Alright, alright! He's here, yes. But he's been nearly sucked all dry, unfortunately..."

As she thought. This whole house is a write-off.]