[Blossoms of heat swirl up her palm and thrill in tantalizing waves through her limbs. She inhales a sharp breath and exhales slowly in an effort to keep herself calm and her thoughts clear.]
There is more but is that much of an offering?
[Uncertainty colors of voice, her brow furrowed as she tries to make sense of Iramaat's definitions.] My dreams... [Justine shakes her head.] They're fantasies.
[She can't have dreams because her life doesn't belong to her.]
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There is more but is that much of an offering?
[Uncertainty colors of voice, her brow furrowed as she tries to make sense of Iramaat's definitions.] My dreams... [Justine shakes her head.] They're fantasies.
[She can't have dreams because her life doesn't belong to her.]