Berserker stares at Cynthia with an expression that could be either "what even are you doing" or a blank stare. Ilya, on the other hand, blinks at her a couple times, then laughs like she's just heard a mildly funny joke.]
Well now, I haven't met anyone like you in a long while, Miss Cynthia! Please, call me Ilya.
[Her expression softens into a fond smile and she gestures at her pet monstrosity.]
And this is Berserker. What about your little one back there?
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That was certainly an introduction.
Berserker stares at Cynthia with an expression that could be either "what even are you doing" or a blank stare. Ilya, on the other hand, blinks at her a couple times, then laughs like she's just heard a mildly funny joke.]
Well now, I haven't met anyone like you in a long while, Miss Cynthia! Please, call me Ilya.
[Her expression softens into a fond smile and she gestures at her pet monstrosity.]
And this is Berserker. What about your little one back there?