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[radiosa]

[ Bereft feels like a funny choice of word. Like magic is something to wish you had instead of something to be relieved has left you alone. But Osana doesn’t want to start an argument. She wants to— ]

Was it hard to be taken seriously? When I wanted to fight, they said I was too pretty. [ Is that bragging? Maybe. But she says it simply and without much care, because it wasn’t as if it was a compliment at the time, and really it’s just a set-up for the next part: ] You must have had to deal with that sort of thing twice as often.

[ There’s no eyebrow wiggling, but her smile is entirely self-aware. ]

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[ It's clear from the slight pinch in her nose and the tug of a frown on her lips that she's somewhat on edge about her lack of magic, but it's not something that she's being asked about. She can forgive it, and be thankful for Osana's discretion. ]

Fight, hm? [ Her eyes flick up, hair falling almost deliberately over her shoulder to settle against her neck. It's not bragging if it isn't true.

But, oh. There's a moment where she falters, but it's a bare second before her smile is in place. ]

Too pretty and too intelligent for most men, I'm afraid you are right.

[radiosa]

[ That sounds promising. ]

Then it is fortunate they are necessary for so little.

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I certainly do not need to be told that twice. [ a scoff. ] There's a reason I am Head Surgeon.