[ Despite having already decided to speak to her about it, he still pauses before responding, sitting at the foot of his bed and staring into the ferns curled like a nest on the threshold of his balcony door. Within it, a pair of shockingly green eyes blink back at him. ]
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Have you heard about the Manna Bairn?
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[ At this point, she suspects nothing, assuming instead that he has some kind of question about them. ]
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