[If anything, it's the "goat" description that gets more pause than "succubus." One thing is easier to compare to something that really exists in her world, while the other is the stuff of legend, even somewhere where all natural laws have been twisted.
She's thoughtfully silent but says nothing while they have their little exchange. Then, Cantarella pulls a set of flannel separates from the rack and holds them up to Nala's front.] No wonder you're so charming. Is that why you were so comfortable when we first met?
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She's thoughtfully silent but says nothing while they have their little exchange. Then, Cantarella pulls a set of flannel separates from the rack and holds them up to Nala's front.] No wonder you're so charming. Is that why you were so comfortable when we first met?
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[Oh! She peers at the flannel]
But yes. I can be even more charming if you'd like.
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[She had mentioned being hungry well before arrival, though, unable to find satiety in regular food.]
I'd like you to behave like yourself. Has your appetite finally been satisfied?
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You know, I believe it has, somewhat. Of course I get hungry again now and then, but not quite like before.
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[Even if her appetite had taken a hit after too much exposure to the eerie familiarity of the cafeteria... Sooner or later, she'd simply had to eat.]
I prefer to cook for myself, out of necessity sometimes. I could always make you something. What are you accustomed to eating?
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[how are so many people willing to feed her after decades of starving...amazing]