4. Elizabeth lost track of her body count long, long ago, both when it comes to murder and sex. If she were to hazard a guess, the former is somewhere in the quintuple and the latter somewhere in the quadruple digits, depending on what one qualifies as 'sex'.
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A-A healer.α£.α£ I don't think I'm very suited for that sort of class...π§
It'd be nice, but I can't learn much non-offensive magic... I'm sorry.α
( She doesn't have a clue how she was healing their soul though... π )
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( Glancing at it... it was making her feel a certain way. )
Has it... worked yet.α£
( Looking around for a horse. )
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chicken stock as well... that means...
We can make chicken soup.α~
( . . . Oh. Chicken soup wasn't... too hard to make actually. )
You can cut it up for me and I can mix it together as you cut, okay.α£ :D
( She sure was excited for soupβ )
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looking up at them excitedly.α.α )
π-ππ°π³π³πΊ... there's just... so much stuff to use here...α πΉ
( She pulled out... Chicken, yellow onion, carrots, celery, garlic, olive oil, bay leaves, thyme, parsley, salt, black pepper... that's a lotβ )
We have leftover
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