[ Iramaat finds it quite comforting, really. Or rather, she finds it a worthwhile talent. It means she gets to enjoy some rather pleasant company and the warm feeling of having another body pressed alongside her. She brings them to a halt outside the clothing shop and glances down at Justine with a curious little flicker of her eyebrow. ]
I'm afraid I can't get in your head, dearest. Tell me, though...
[ Her voice lowers and she leans in, as if she's going to tell Justine a secret. ]
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I'm afraid I can't get in your head, dearest. Tell me, though...
[ Her voice lowers and she leans in, as if she's going to tell Justine a secret. ]
What do they say to you? Who are they?