[ Mother Michelle had learned and mastered various kinds of magic, but refused to let her children have access to her knowledge — all the indoctrination in the world couldn't erase the risk of supersoldiers with powerful abilities turning against her — so she'd established a number of spells to keep them under her control. (Even the man with Eldritch-like monsters trapped in his head had to bow to her, let alone someone like Robin.) This meant that Robin's sensibilities were lacking, and the slight shiver was easy to ignore. ]
It's my pleasure. Any reason to see you is welcome, Ianthe.
[ Maybe this wasn't the right month to say so, but the sentiment still stood. She'd brought a leather bag with her with a few products and small tools, a cloth that she could place around Ianthe's shoulders. ]
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It's my pleasure. Any reason to see you is welcome, Ianthe.
[ Maybe this wasn't the right month to say so, but the sentiment still stood. She'd brought a leather bag with her with a few products and small tools, a cloth that she could place around Ianthe's shoulders. ]
Would you like me to wash your hair?