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Recluse wasn't sure exactly how she felt about the slave woman but she had to admit this behaviour was certainly turning her stomach. Probably less because of Medusa specifically and more because she really couldn't stand the idea of being so close to the crystals... They made her feel rather... Uncomfortable. Still she wasn't sure how much she agreed with her son, her mind flashing briefly towards the son she'd given to his father... She'd been unable then to cull the boy, and she idly wondered if she would be able to do so if she had to for these children... Their father was not exactly readily available.

She gently cuffed her son over an ear with a forepaw. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth." She chastised him lightly. "Medusa has her uses, it would be unwise to be so dismissive." She gestured towards the woman, meeting her searching gaze for a moment. Though her words were not meant to comfort the woman but rather help her son realize that his view was narrow. She turned her attention back towards the woman and more specifically the crystal in her grasp, feeling her gaze drawn towards that damnable glowing thing.



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