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She dragged the knife across the leather strop with almost elegant expertise, a far cry from the fidgeting, graceless beast she'd been just moments ago. "Everyone lets me sharpen their knives for 'em," she explained. "Or I go chop some firewood. Gives me something to do when we're not fighting, I guess." She wasn't built to sit around idly or enjoy a long rest at the end of a hard day. Nan fidgeted and fussed at all hours, even tossing and turning in her restless sleep. "You wanna give me yours, too?"

it’s WHAT- oh my god it is. one moment.

THANKS???

Nan sat backwards in the chair, tapping a foot as she considered her next question carefully. Just because Nan couldn't ask how she died, didn't mean she couldn't picture any number of gruesome ends for both herself and Sabina. Come to think of it ... "You ever look into your own future, then? You know, to get a sneak peek into what's coming or some shit? I mean -- like what question am I gonna ask next, what about that?"

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thanks?