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While he may have thought that he had a point, Widow was one step ahead. Of course throwing the crystals and mushrooms at the rocks looked meaningless, but in fact she was actually testing their strength. The crystals were hard and strong, the mushrooms softer and pliable. Were they opposites of each other? Did one negate the other? There were a million questions running around in her mind even just thinking about his question. "The crystals on moms eye are hard right? I'm trying to see what breaks them. And the mushrooms just in case, I guess." She shrugged. At least she was having fun doing it.

He brought up if she was worried about getting sick and if she were being honest, she wasn't. They had been nursing off of their mother while she was infected, spending time close with her even if she did keep herself cleaned up... it just didn't add up. "I think we already would be, with mom having it while we nursed?" Her tone was questioning and unsure, since she certainly didn't know if they were at a greater risk coming into contact with the crystals and mushrooms growing around Habari versus their mother.

"Speech!"

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