[ Work it does, she is a wretchedly trusting sort, in the end, always inclined to risks that she shouldn't, takes people often at their word for how sure she is of herself. No matter how many times she has been betrayed. Does it still, now, as her fingers lift when a smile twitches, covering it immediately at the thought of Byerly having to do any of that. Oh, he would feign being a perfectly dishevelled wreck too, no doubt. ]
I am not particularly good at flattery, Byerly, don't make me repeat myself.
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I am not particularly good at flattery, Byerly, don't make me repeat myself.