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Her hands reached for the handkerchief. Dark and small as they were it was clear a mixture of time in the sun and natural color had given the small elf, child... though on further inspection. She wasn't exactly a child, no older, but an child by elven standard by human standards a young woman. She inhales, trying to stifle tears.
"Thank you." she says in elven. Her voice is pleasant as the tears come to a stop. She stands. "I was a slave sir, but I suppose I am free, and I'm learning still." she says. Her voice carries childish innocence and honesty. She doesn't seem to be lying and her previous reaction, very few could probably create a convincing slave response to a random person. "What is wrong?" she looks down at her ands and then down at the handkerchief and folds it back up neatly, and holds it out to the Vyssitchi. "Here you are, m-sir." she says with a slightly bowed head. "I am a bit... unsure how to go about getting citizenship. The small man in the Adiele's office said I must go to... umm... Nexus..." she says thinking slowly as she switches from Elven to common.
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