[ Alayne's end of the line is deathly quiet. When she's not needed, she retreats to her own space if only to allow herself a blankness that is otherwise obliterated by the need to constantly act. ]
How might you think? [ She has an accent, something vaguely English and most certainly posh, though no one knows if it's affected or simply the way Alayne truly speaks. ] They insist I learn all manner of crude things.
[ Her voice turns sweet. ] Why must I when I have you, mm?
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How might you think? [ She has an accent, something vaguely English and most certainly posh, though no one knows if it's affected or simply the way Alayne truly speaks. ] They insist I learn all manner of crude things.
[ Her voice turns sweet. ] Why must I when I have you, mm?