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He nodded. "Unfortunately. Is that okay?"
She avoided his gaze, her head turning. "I don't know."
"Probably," he said. "It's bit of a ways away."
She stopped at door, turning to look at him. "I'm just being weird."
"This will be a first then," he said easily.
She waved her hands, clearly in her own head as she started toward the cell door. "No, no, no, it's okay. I'm sorry. This is just a different...
He gave her a small smirk. "Imagine how dwarves feel."
She looked anxious again, running a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry. I'm being weird."
He shrugged. "Anything over seven feet."
She pursed her lips, flushing slightly. "Oh.."
He pursed his lips. "No, I'm of average height."
She watched him from afar. "I'm sorry."
His frowned deepened. "Oh.. Height doesn't mean anything to demons.'
She nodded slightly. "I know."
"But that's not a bad thing. Is height something to consider in elf culture?"
"I just think it's best.."
He frowned slightly. "Is that bad?"
She looked a little sad now, but didn't know what to say.
He huffed playfully. "Fine."
"Or.. Or you?" she asked, looking conflicted.
