[She does, in fact, trot right along with him, trailing behind him a few feet like a snuggly and particularly eager duckling.]
It must be hard to come in here, when so much of this...
[She doesn't finish the thought, however. They both know what she was thinking, and at second blush she wonders whether it's really a notion she should've voiced in the first place.]
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It must be hard to come in here, when so much of this...
[She doesn't finish the thought, however. They both know what she was thinking, and at second blush she wonders whether it's really a notion she should've voiced in the first place.]
...Witches...
[So she opts for just echoing him, instead.]