Aya watches in stunned silence, blue-eyes still opened wide. Noticing the woman raise her head, eyes upon the hat, she very slowly and gently lowers it back down, setting it upon her head. She takes another breath and nods, "Um... would you like anything else...? Some stew maybe?" She glances down to the gil, and back to the woman, still unsure of just what to make of her behavior: from the smell of fresh still wafting powerfully from her, to the oblivious bar-crawling, and now a sudden moment of alertness in the search for her hat.
Down the bar Momodi, the Lalafel Proprietress, watched the scene with a nervous curiosity of her own.
Down the bar Momodi, the Lalafel Proprietress, watched the scene with a nervous curiosity of her own.
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