[ The smile passes into something neutral at his words. A grim thought is hidden. Divine? Far from it. Immortality taints, or so her people have convinced her to believe so long ago. Oh sure she may believe she is far above others, but... divinity and purity is something she's been told she is not. Eventually, however, she settles with another phrase of politeness: ] You give me far too much credit.
[ Palm against palm, she watches his expression carefully, looking for any amount of emotion besides awe or respect. Two two affects are often the converse of something else, as she knows all too well. She must be careful in the presence of a stranger after all. ]
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[ Palm against palm, she watches his expression carefully, looking for any amount of emotion besides awe or respect. Two two affects are often the converse of something else, as she knows all too well. She must be careful in the presence of a stranger after all. ]