[Her expression remains frozen with that wide smile, and she doesn't seem to notice Cassandra's discomfort at the gift or her entire demeanor. She only seems focused on handing over the food and, once she's done that, her gaze fixes squarely on the face of the woman in front of her, and does not waver.]
I feel fit as a fiddle, thank you for asking!
[Despite the chipper tone to her voice, it still seems hollow. She tilts her head to one side, but the movement is more of a quick jerk of her head, birdlike in its nature and unsettling.]
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I feel fit as a fiddle, thank you for asking!
[Despite the chipper tone to her voice, it still seems hollow. She tilts her head to one side, but the movement is more of a quick jerk of her head, birdlike in its nature and unsettling.]
How are you?