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Somewhere deep inside, Euphemia was beginning to feel frustrated with this guy. Though the maiden was the very definition of an empathetic soul, and she certainly felt bad for this man who remembered nothing, she could not help but feel that his meek nature was somewhat distasteful – or perhaps she was simply too used to the typical northern male, brute in both inner nature and stature alike.

Perhaps ‘Wolf’ would get there in time, lest her continue to aimlessly roam their mountainsides like a ghost.

But when he said that to stop putting forth effort was the true struggle, well, she understood.

I get that. she said softly. All this time, she had been so concerned about who he was and his motivations that she feared she hadn’t actually stopped to listen to him. It seemed that he would experience some sort of pleasure (or at least peace) if she left him well and alone, and he could continue his venture alone. Euphemia would leave him to his own devices eventually, but first –

Well then, she concluded, and then digressed. The vale has a secret, she whispered, since she was rather close to him anyways, wondering if she seemed mysterious when she did so. Let me show you. then, assuming quite easily that he would follow, she bounded away from him and danced several paces in the other direction.

Realizing such an intent man might not be so easily swayed from his path, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. It will be a boon to your endeavors, I guarantee you, by my Shakti-Vaes blood! then she rolled her eyes playfully, as if such a thing was needlessly said – as if he could possibly understand what that meant.

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