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The male still seemed hesitant, and Ulilohi attempted not to not react to it, fearing she was pushing him onto something he was uncomfortable with. It was no good of her to ruin what could have been a pleasant meeting, when she should appear respectful and hospitable, if Hadley was uncomfortable. She wanted him to leave here with a lifted mind rather than a trod on one. She nodded as he clarified for her, and she exhaled in relief. "I am glad to hear this." A polite smile, and that lid on the topic was closed so far as she was concerned: she would inquire no further. She was still worried, but perhaps Grace could enlighten her some more, without having to trouble Hadley any further.
He offered the bowl for everyone's use, and Ulilohi found herself nodding again. "I will place it in our communal house, where everything free is stored. Perhaps it can be used for other guests in the future as well." It would be a cycle, completed, if that happened, and she felt a little poetic saying it, even if it perhaps made no sense to the other. Atisia rolled his eyes and instead engaged the male in conversation, impatient with Ulilohi's lack of skill to keep things interesting -- in his opinion. "You are skilled." He stated it bluntly, voice high-pitched but clearly male, coming from her right shoulder. The marten stared at the other, eyes kind of beady whether he liked it or not, clearly waiting for an answer. Hopes of easing Hadley evaporated as far as Ulilohi was concerned, and she shifted her stance uncomfortably. Atisia could be a real conversation-killer.
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