Past it is what looks to be a storage room. The young woman looks over her guest, frowns a bit, and then goes and retrieves a bit of food and drink. If the guest would like it.
Either way, the young woman holds up a finger ('Wait') and searches through the storage room for various items. A doll of some kind, a pouch of something, a dried flower, and a needle and thread. She retrieves a knife from a pocket somewhere, and opens a seam on the doll. Inside goes glowing dust from the pouch and bits of the dried flower - followed by a drop of blood from the young woman as she draws blood with the needle. She does it casually and without hesitation, and only a mild expression of discomfort.
Then she cleans the needle and sews the doll back up, turns to her guest, and mimes plucking a strand of hair from her head, and points to the guest.
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Past it is what looks to be a storage room. The young woman looks over her guest, frowns a bit, and then goes and retrieves a bit of food and drink. If the guest would like it.
Either way, the young woman holds up a finger ('Wait') and searches through the storage room for various items. A doll of some kind, a pouch of something, a dried flower, and a needle and thread. She retrieves a knife from a pocket somewhere, and opens a seam on the doll. Inside goes glowing dust from the pouch and bits of the dried flower - followed by a drop of blood from the young woman as she draws blood with the needle. She does it casually and without hesitation, and only a mild expression of discomfort.
Then she cleans the needle and sews the doll back up, turns to her guest, and mimes plucking a strand of hair from her head, and points to the guest.