[ Merrin is not a crier. The puppet show is incredibly sad, sad enough to tug at her heartstrings, but it shouldn't be sad enough to make her cry. And it seems like she's not alone—as she glances around, she notices that all of the women and girls around her are crying too.
She looks over at Benedict when he speaks. ]
A real memory? What makes you say that?
[ She'd be more like to chalk it up to some sort of magick spell or something. Is he saying that the memories these spirits trade in could affect her? ]
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She looks over at Benedict when he speaks. ]
A real memory? What makes you say that?
[ She'd be more like to chalk it up to some sort of magick spell or something. Is he saying that the memories these spirits trade in could affect her? ]