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He smiled slightly at her words but didn’t speak himself, simply lifted a hand and motioned for her to come over to him.  

“Little one?” Bayonetta regarded the smaller being with a curious look, and cautious approach. Children frightened easily, and the witch knew that. So she took care in her closing steps. “Why in the world are you out here alone? Didn’t your mummy teach you about the dangers in the woods? Goblins, ghosts, and dreadful witches-- to name a few.”

“Is sitting like that even comfortable?”

“All women...are queens!”

Give this a like for a starter from The Blacksmith’s third regeneration.

regenerations 1 - 6

“Well then.. My theory? She’s not Pre-Hartnell.”