[She returns his smile, thinks of the last time she said because we're friends. She'd needed Guinevere's position inside Camelot, but truthfully - she had wanted a friend, a sister, someone to love unconditionally.
That isn't what's on the table here, and she has no mandrake to make it that way even if she wanted to. She wonders, idly, if she would do it.]
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That isn't what's on the table here, and she has no mandrake to make it that way even if she wanted to. She wonders, idly, if she would do it.]
Then perhaps we're friends.