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Of course, she didn’t really know the witch’s powers, so couldn’t really give permission. But it’s likely, even if she did, she would deny.
Franziska was a little surprised that Maya had approached her, quickly looking her up and down, as if she was making sure she was real, and not some sort of apparition. “Yes.” She replied, her voice breaking a little from pain. “Ahem. Yes, I am perfectly fine. Though I can’t say the same for my blouse.” Franziska answered, trying to weave her way through questions about her well-being.