Rita tenses at the sudden attention, her fingers digging into her crossed arms.
"I was artificially made into a faeblood," she explains despite the hesitant look on her face. Though her magitek heart remains concealed under her light armor, she can't help but be overly conscious of it, as if expecting the other fae to perceive it anyway. She probably can, after all, in some weird fae way. "The Mother of Invention did it, by taking a part of him and implanting it in me. So it's not like we're really..."
She looks up at Ignatius, then hastily turns her head away. Using the word family here seems almost so stupid, she doesn't dare say it.
"But... I guess, of all the fae I could've been stuck with some weird connection to... It could've been worse." This is a very roundabout, Rita-like way of saying she's actually sort of okay with Ignatius now.
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"I was artificially made into a faeblood," she explains despite the hesitant look on her face. Though her magitek heart remains concealed under her light armor, she can't help but be overly conscious of it, as if expecting the other fae to perceive it anyway. She probably can, after all, in some weird fae way. "The Mother of Invention did it, by taking a part of him and implanting it in me. So it's not like we're really..."
She looks up at Ignatius, then hastily turns her head away. Using the word family here seems almost so stupid, she doesn't dare say it.
"But... I guess, of all the fae I could've been stuck with some weird connection to... It could've been worse." This is a very roundabout, Rita-like way of saying she's actually sort of okay with Ignatius now.