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Leana accepts the cloth from Alessio, with a pasted smile. (It hurts.) “Thank you.” Where’d you get it?

Nathair glanced at the girl and Nithel, and smirked a little.

Nithel caught the smirk, then looked at the pair with a growing tingly feeling inside. *hasn’t been around Leana over a year, almost two* *she’s never been around guys, really, though it’s always been assumed she’d marry* *though… Nithel wouldn’t mind if she stayed with him and Avigail forever… if she wanted* But… what Nathair seemed to be reading… Ah. No. Er… Why not? BECAUSE IT’S-! *stuttering thoughts, that make Nithel’s cheeks flush*

“Mm, you always wanted a sister, didn’t you?” Nathair remarked, and Alessio went rigid, his cheeks also flushing read. “And you haven’t said anything, have you?”

“I told him he needed to give her flowers, but he didn’t follow my genius advice.” Arsene, almost joking, but not.

Leana’s brows lift. She looked from Nathair, to Arsene, and back to Alessio. *completely oblivious/or ignoring all… that* “I always wanted a sister, too. I begged my mom for one, though it doesn’t really make a difference.” She chuckled a bit, looking back at her foot and wrapping the cloth around it. We need to tend your hand. “Finally, after I got a knave of a brother, one came. Her name’s Bethan. Do you have any brothers?” She glanced up, gaze meeting Alessio’s.

Leana’s calm tone made Nithel sigh a bit in relief. But only a bit. She’s not, at least… Oy. Nithel looks warily back at Nathair.

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Ohel jumps to the side, almost like a crab, when all the glass cases disappear, and then all the glass on the floor goes down through cracks in the floor, along with the water. Eyes still wide, he stays on all fours, looking at everyone and blinking. Fly from this place, pumped in his mind. But as he looked along the walls, he saw no way out.

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