(She'll let the human thing slide because she's? not entirely sure where she stands... on that notion just yet. She isn't fully the devil any more but she isn't as she was before: she's some strange in-between. One that drips water all over the place, apparently.)
Do I? (She resists the urge to sniff her arm or something. That's actually... vaguely comforting, if she does.) I'm– I was a lake, before I came here. I was made of water.
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Oh, I'd really love that, thanks.
(She'll let the human thing slide because she's? not entirely sure where she stands... on that notion just yet. She isn't fully the devil any more but she isn't as she was before: she's some strange in-between. One that drips water all over the place, apparently.)
Do I? (She resists the urge to sniff her arm or something. That's actually... vaguely comforting, if she does.) I'm– I was a lake, before I came here. I was made of water.