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Her eyesight, despite her old age, was good enough and the fact that she was teaching Nenet meant she could still see and read.
Her eyes glinted with full recognition and understanding and she brought it close to her face, peering closer before stopping herself with a flinch as though aware I was right there.
I did not like this.
She slowly looked up at me and I could already smell and see the denial from a mile away.
"No," she answered.
"I know you are lying," I stated, dead-panned. I fought the urge to get angry, stifling the annoyance that was beginning to show on my face with a frown.
What was she playing at? What was she scared of?
The way she shrank back with fear made me reconsider my approach. To her, I was someone powerful, likely even a monster as I came with Fashire and I might as well be lying about being a deity according to her, so I needed to reel myself back in. My words now carried weight unlike before.
