[ She pauses at the door, nails clacking on the door frame briefly as she drums them in thought. ]
There's always somethin' up. Usually nothin' worth talkin' about. Stay warm, Princess. [ She remarks, keeping her back to him as she closes the door, the sounds of the cart rattling down the hall. ]
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There's always somethin' up. Usually nothin' worth talkin' about. Stay warm, Princess. [ She remarks, keeping her back to him as she closes the door, the sounds of the cart rattling down the hall. ]