She takes the handkerchief, wiping her face to get rid of the flour. "Oh, uh, that's mine. The water, I mean. I kind of make it? I'm a water genasi. Ice can't really hurt me, except for... when I slip on it, I guess."
Mairi shakes the wet flour out of the handkerchief, then pockets it with plans to wash it before returning it. Then she offers a hand. "Mairi Miann. Nice to meet you."
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She takes the handkerchief, wiping her face to get rid of the flour. "Oh, uh, that's mine. The water, I mean. I kind of make it? I'm a water genasi. Ice can't really hurt me, except for... when I slip on it, I guess."
Mairi shakes the wet flour out of the handkerchief, then pockets it with plans to wash it before returning it. Then she offers a hand. "Mairi Miann. Nice to meet you."