[ Frodo's head hangs a bit, somehow not wanting to meet the eyes of this woman. Keeping his head low, his connection cut off, it somehow helps him think the whispers of the ring will stifle. He hasn't heard much of them. It's so light, too. The scabbing of his neck has even had chance to start healing. Still, though, still he knows better than to think it is silenced. ]
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There's been no harm done to me.