[ Her eyes go wide for a brief moment but she takes the flower with a nod of gratitude. As he speaks, she examines it with great care and momentarily considers placing it on her hair; but perhaps later. For now, she simply holds the flower and pays attention to the conversation at hand. Her ears perk up at his last words, however. ]
I've never heard of such kinds of magic. Or that... Thing. [ The train, she means the train. Trains do not exist in her home world. ] Do you think that maybe we're in hell?
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Her ears perk up at his last words, however. ]
I've never heard of such kinds of magic. Or that... Thing. [ The train, she means the train. Trains do not exist in her home world. ] Do you think that maybe we're in hell?