[ There has not been a dull moment while in Robb's company over those several hours, though time was not kept. Everything that he tells her is taken in and committed to memory, as is every line in his face and the way he moves about as comfortably as he does. She's fascinated by his world, but overly so, and between the ale and the sound of his voice, Armeria feels hopelessly intoxicated.
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At his question though, she shakes her head. ]
Does it? No one has ever told me that before.
[ A quiet, contemplative pause. ]
I don't know. Is it unpleasant?