Flora: Get ahold of yourself, Flora. Things have been tough, but you can do it!
Flora: As long as I have Trace, I’m fine.
Flora: Better get out of here before I run into a—
Sythe: …a Keidran?
Flora: Ow… Sythe? Jeez, don’t sneak up on me like that. What are you doing out here anyway?
Sythe: Isn’t it obvious? I’ve been looking for you, Flora. I’m here to bring you back home.
Sythe: Have you forgotten that we are engaged? Come on, take my hand.
Flora: I’m not marrying you.
Sythe: It’s an arranged marriage. Neither of us have a choice.
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