[Eda's mouth twists to the side thoughtfully, as if reconsidering. But, no, she'd made a decision: it didn't matter how much she hated talking about it, as long as Eda didn't have a solution in this weird dimension, the curse was everybody's problem as long as it endangered them, too.]
I've got... a condition. Back in my own dimension, I've gotten by just fine for thirty years—had all the stuff to manage it. Here?
[She waves a pale arm vaguely overhead, at the decrepit, supply-barren ship.]
Nada. I only crawled outta that egg with three bottles. The more magic I use, the worse I get until I find a replacement. [Her hand pats the weathered satchel, crammed plants and roots and rocks visible through the acid-burned holes.] So if you find anything weird and rare growin' out there, it'd be great if you brought me a piece; never know what's gonna make the right medicine.
[Her voice loses the solemn tone abruptly and returns to upbeat.] But that's a problem for the Eda of tomorrow. Who're you, anyway? Or should I keep callin' you the clawbeast whisperer?
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I've got... a condition. Back in my own dimension, I've gotten by just fine for thirty years—had all the stuff to manage it. Here?
[She waves a pale arm vaguely overhead, at the decrepit, supply-barren ship.]
Nada. I only crawled outta that egg with three bottles. The more magic I use, the worse I get until I find a replacement. [Her hand pats the weathered satchel, crammed plants and roots and rocks visible through the acid-burned holes.] So if you find anything weird and rare growin' out there, it'd be great if you brought me a piece; never know what's gonna make the right medicine.
[Her voice loses the solemn tone abruptly and returns to upbeat.] But that's a problem for the Eda of tomorrow. Who're you, anyway? Or should I keep callin' you the clawbeast whisperer?