[The flicker of confusion that Bonnibel's response receives, fades before Avaleen can say a word. Her gaze sweeping to Wynn as he enters the room.
There's an uncomfortable shift in her seat, worry lines creasing her forehead as he reveals the details of the mission and the mere mention of hatred towards Shadowkind is more than enough to render her silent. Hands clasped in her lap as a veil of lashes conceals her unnaturally blue eyes as the others speak.]
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There's an uncomfortable shift in her seat, worry lines creasing her forehead as he reveals the details of the mission and the mere mention of hatred towards Shadowkind is more than enough to render her silent. Hands clasped in her lap as a veil of lashes conceals her unnaturally blue eyes as the others speak.]