[Freyja sits back up, and pulls out a small, very battered looking book. Perhaps palm-sized, bound in very scaly leather. She distractedly leafs through it.]
Whatever you are doesn't bother me. [She scowls, and snaps the book closed.] I'm good on food and I can purify seawater - it's just...
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Whatever you are doesn't bother me. [She scowls, and snaps the book closed.] I'm good on food and I can purify seawater - it's just...
[She huffs.] It's dumb.