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This time, she looks adequately sheepish, half-grimacing back at him as an answer. “Ah… no. Sorry. Not a lot of Attuned wanting to play that nice these days.” Anyone she might have gone to before is well on the other side of things and probably wouldn’t want to show the demigod much of anything, lest it benefit her in some way.
“But if you have any other suggestions, I can try them first if you prefer. Maybe someone in Torchline would be willing to trade favors?” If the Wraith sounds hopeful about other options, it’s a bit of a mask. She isn’t, really. She shrugs. “If not, I’m happy to go gift-hunting for Nate. Is he a shiny or a sparkly type of guy?” Her own eyes twinkle a bit mischievously at the question - she truly has no idea what he might like, other than the ability to get drunk again. Which, unfortunately, isn’t in her wheelhouse.
“But if you have any other suggestions, I can try them first if you prefer. Maybe someone in Torchline would be willing to trade favors?” If the Wraith sounds hopeful about other options, it’s a bit of a mask. She isn’t, really. She shrugs. “If not, I’m happy to go gift-hunting for Nate. Is he a shiny or a sparkly type of guy?” Her own eyes twinkle a bit mischievously at the question - she truly has no idea what he might like, other than the ability to get drunk again. Which, unfortunately, isn’t in her wheelhouse.
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