[The phoenix quickly turns about when it feels the Luma's tongue. That was not pleasant for it either. But it was more unpleasant for the poor Luma. But when the bird turns and speaks, Tao might recognize its voice. He certainly recognizes hers, at least.]
...Tao? ...Did you just try to lick me? While I was on fire?
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[The phoenix quickly turns about when it feels the Luma's tongue. That was not pleasant for it either. But it was more unpleasant for the poor Luma. But when the bird turns and speaks, Tao might recognize its voice. He certainly recognizes hers, at least.]
...Tao? ...Did you just try to lick me? While I was on fire?