[ Gray is now in the very odd and unexpected position of being the less panicked person in a pair. She's pulled from the spiral grip of the poison and her own futile efforts to struggle free of the roots binding her. The other Shard-Bearer's passionate outburst pulls Gray free from her mental restraints, her mind slogging toward a response. Ultimately, she looks toward the face in the tree with a lethargic roll of her head. ]
What do you mean by... sacrifice?
[ The split of the Dryad's mouth opens:
An offering. Of the self. Of memories. Worth for worth. ]
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What do you mean by... sacrifice?
[ The split of the Dryad's mouth opens:
An offering. Of the self. Of memories. Worth for worth. ]