[ The young witch is quiet for a moment, trying to imagine what on earth compels a Psychopomp to aimlessly roam around the middle of the night. Maybe it's looking for something, maybe not.
It's never been easy to read the minds of the supernatural. ]
... I'm sorry. [ She finally says, sighing quite heavily. A hand reaches up toward soft blond waves, pushing strands out of her face. ] Psychopomp, though you are a guide for the dead, would you ever help to guide the living?
[ She needs help. She has no idea who else to ask. ]
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It's never been easy to read the minds of the supernatural. ]
... I'm sorry. [ She finally says, sighing quite heavily. A hand reaches up toward soft blond waves, pushing strands out of her face. ] Psychopomp, though you are a guide for the dead, would you ever help to guide the living?
[ She needs help. She has no idea who else to ask. ]