[The fainting is a near thing, the blushing is a definite. It's possible that she's so used to being teased for things that she's built up enough immunity not to swoon on the spot.
But her fur does ruffle a little as her blush paints her cheeks a distinctive scarlet.]
I'm not certain I believe in fate, Mister Marksley.
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But her fur does ruffle a little as her blush paints her cheeks a distinctive scarlet.]
I'm not certain I believe in fate, Mister Marksley.