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Yes, yes, she knows. It’s all screamworthy. And if she had open skies and privacy, she might scream too. For the most part, she remains only partially amused, and delivers a look intended to tell him so. Particularly when he suggests focusing on themselves. “From what I’ve learned that some of them do, yes, we could really use them. It’ll probably ultimately depend on whether or not the Voice and the Core can defeat the Old Gods, but…” Shaking her head, she trails off because she doesn’t know what she should say next. Until her brain latches on to a phrase. “But back to focusing on us.” Offering the Hailstorm a tight, cat-like grin, Wessex slides right into throwing it back at him. “When’s the last time you trained? Or went to the Voice for a new something?” Her voice curls languidly, not quite a dangerous purr, but close enough to border on it. Can’t lose the relics and be lazy. That’s a recipe for disaster. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here