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Hild: Feeling any better, dear?
Firiel: A little, but not much.
Hild: That's too bad. Maybe something you ate?
Firiel: Probably. Haven't eaten much, but I'm sure that's what it is.
Hild: Of course. You'll be better in no time.
Firiel: *nods* The healer gave me some tea and told me to rest, so hopefully in a day or two I'll be all better.
Hild: *nods* Now. Why do you think I asked the vampire to kill you?
Firiel: Because he told me you did. He didn't remember your name, but he told me the woman who asked him to kill me said she didn't want me near her son. I know that could only mean you.
Hild: And you told Frealaf this?
Firiel: I did. Why?
Hild: Dear, it's not nice to make up stories just to turn him against me.
Firiel: I didn't make anything up, and I'm not trying to turn him against you.
Hild: You just said you told him I asked the vampire to kill you. I didn't, so you obviously made that up.
Firiel: Then who asked Vanyon to kill me? The only men I spend time with are Frey and Gorlim. And Gorlim's mother isn't here, so she wouldn't want me to keep away from her son.
Hild: I don't think vampires need reasons to kill people.
Firiel: He wasn't here for me. He said he asked where his target was, but you didn't know, so you told him to take me.
Hild: Like I said, it isn't nice to make up stories. My son deserves better than a lying, conniving hussy.
Firiel: And I've told you before, I'm not making anything up. I don't lie, I'm not conniving, nor am I a "hussy."
Hild: I hardly expect you to admit to it.
Firiel: *sighs* You're not going to believe me no matter what I say, will you?
Hild: Not about this, because it didn't happen.
Firiel: Fine. All right, it wasn't you. He just kidnapped me for the fun of it, even though he really came here for Luthien...
Hild: That makes much more sense.
Firiel: *sighs* I suppose...
Hild: Of course, this isn't going to make telling him you're a lying hussy any easier for me.
Firiel: Why do you think I'm a lying hussy?
Hild: *sighs* not very bright either apparently.
Firiel: Excuse me?
Hild: We've just been over why you're a liar.
Firiel: I'm sorry, but I still believe what he told me.
Firiel: If you don't want to admit it, fine. But I'm not lying.
Hild: Mmmhmm
Firiel: *sighs* I see you won't believe me. Fine.
Hild: I already know the truth.
Firiel: *nods* Of course you do. Is this why you dropped in? To make sure I am a liar?
Hild: I was hoping it was related to your illness. I see now that it's not.
Firiel: My stomach virus does not make me crazy or any more or less of a liar.
Hild: So I’ve discovered.
Firiel: *sighs* Is there anything else you need?
Hild: For now, no.
Firiel: *nods* All right. If you need anything else.... Well, you know where I am.
Hild: Yes, I do.
Firiel: ...Would you mind terribly if I tried to sleep now?
Hild: Of course not.