[ Ciri lets out a huff of breath through her nose that might've been something close to a laugh, her gaze flicking to Hilda for a moment before returning to her work. She pries free the crystal and hands it over for Hilda to wrap up and put away, or whatever she has decided to do with them. ]
You're of a noble house, then? The one you don't want to be the head of.
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You're of a noble house, then? The one you don't want to be the head of.
Politics not to your liking?