[ she’s loud. dextera feels certain that he would have heard her before now if she were always like this, so it must be the fault of the flower after all. he winces in sympathy when she forcibly bites her tongue to silence herself. ]
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[ he stares down at the white rose. ]
Should we…? [ no, something is coming and he needs to stop himself. he switches to his hands. ] Should we wait for it to wilt?
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[ he stares down at the white rose. ]
Should we…? [ no, something is coming and he needs to stop himself. he switches to his hands. ] Should we wait for it to wilt?