Billie eyes Alistair as he waddles back over and wrinkles her nose some. That look...
"You're not going to get anywhere like that when you're older," she tells the dragonet, even if she does reach over to give him a little pat on the head. That's it, though, because then Strange is back with a horribly bloody-looking shirt. Old blood, sure, that doesn't make the sharp look she gives it and then him directly any different.
She would ask what happened, but that defeats the purpose of the exercise, now doesn't it? Billie purses her lips at him asking that, consider it for a second, two, then nod and hold her hand out for the shirt. Once he gives it over, she'll run through the same process as before: glare at the shirt, tell it to tell her what it's most recent experience was.
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"You're not going to get anywhere like that when you're older," she tells the dragonet, even if she does reach over to give him a little pat on the head. That's it, though, because then Strange is back with a horribly bloody-looking shirt. Old blood, sure, that doesn't make the sharp look she gives it and then him directly any different.
She would ask what happened, but that defeats the purpose of the exercise, now doesn't it? Billie purses her lips at him asking that, consider it for a second, two, then nod and hold her hand out for the shirt. Once he gives it over, she'll run through the same process as before: glare at the shirt, tell it to tell her what it's most recent experience was.