[It's a foreign thing. Cotton is not unaware of how foreign an idea hers seems to be, either. She's noticed even among those she was brought in with to the Castle in, that in the end....something often breaks in the world, try as they might.
It doesn't need more cracks in the stonework. Cotton slowly moves to take her own seat beside the girl, seemingly creaking and cracking more than the chair itself. Over time perhaps she will simply 'look' her age rather than feeling it, but for now there's still a few aches to work out.
There is little to do but agree, with these observations of the woman from the inn. Cotton can scarcely offer much here after all, between it being a dream, and a foreign place entirely. Her community was small- trade was trade, with little passed around as pure currency.] She won't be taking anything more from you now, [she can reassure though, shaking her head.] Not any longer.
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It doesn't need more cracks in the stonework. Cotton slowly moves to take her own seat beside the girl, seemingly creaking and cracking more than the chair itself. Over time perhaps she will simply 'look' her age rather than feeling it, but for now there's still a few aches to work out.
There is little to do but agree, with these observations of the woman from the inn. Cotton can scarcely offer much here after all, between it being a dream, and a foreign place entirely. Her community was small- trade was trade, with little passed around as pure currency.] She won't be taking anything more from you now, [she can reassure though, shaking her head.] Not any longer.