She stokes the fire between you, keeping an eye on the meat roasting over it. The quiet is something you've grown used to, and you've long since learned not to expect much in the way of conversation with her. Which is why you're caught off guard when she looks up at you and speaks. I know I do not make a good companion, so we can part ways if you like. We will be at a village tomorrow. They will likely take you in, if you want...
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