Alset let out an exhausted sigh as she sealed her lips. I opened my mouth to try and coax her out, only for me to retract it as she avoided my gaze. I suppose this was one conversation that had to end before it got heated...
"Well?"
"Moving on," I forcefully changed the topic, ignoring Jacob's impatient quip as I looked at Mathilde. "Care to reiterate our current plan for the masses?"
The stoic twin put her food down as she gave me a nod. Standing up, she took Alset's previous place in the center of the camp as she began her spiel.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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