She's almost forgotten what it's like to live with someone else. When the satyr had stumbled upon her homely cottage, she'd made herself well at home -- and, well, Laudna was in no position to kick her out. ( Even conversations with Paté were one-sided, at the end of the day. )
" I know for a fact that you're special, " says @seizedeath , as Fearne, with a warm smile. " I can feel it. " The sun is just starting to set, and she's in the middle of making dinner, which she pauses now. Laudna forces herself to relax her shoulders, though the laugh she gives is somewhat brittle.
" Coming from you, I suppose that I should be flattered, " she says, smile bittersweet. " You still smell like the Feywild, did you notice? It seems to...cling to you. " It works for Fearne, adds to the alluring mystique of her. The woman swallows, finding herself more clammy than usual. " Me, I'm just -- a bit odd, I suppose. Become something of a hermit. "