She regards him for a moment, and then nods, the second apple disappearing back into her capacious sleeve. She makes another gesture at the burning stump, feeding that fire with a fresh breeze of air, and takes a seat on one of the tumble of mossy boulders.
"What do fear and knowledge have to do with each other?" she asks, to start with.
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"What do fear and knowledge have to do with each other?" she asks, to start with.