Aleea said a word in Rannian that doesn't particularly translate well but would be one she wouldn't want her father knowing she knows.
"Well, you're..." she trailed off, putting a memory together. "Right. Age of maturity's high on this planet."
Not that her own age had helped her. What the Hero of Rann wants, the Hero of Rann got.
She frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that."
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