[Stacia rises up to her full, impressive (to humans) standing height of eight and a half feet; flexing her fingers and giving the two girls the opportunity to take in the sight. They're still not running, which is both impressive and annoying -- she might have to bundle them under her arms like a couple of purse dogs and carry them through the woods on her own at this point. She cocks her head to the side and takes one slow step toward them.]
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