Flora: Trace, what’s wrong?
Trace: Flora… where are you…
Trace: I… I can’t see…
Natani: (thoughts) Finally, —huff— a break. Now if only I could find that darn crystal, I could get out of this forest… This wound is still bleeding… I need to hurry before those three notice I’m still here…
Natani: (thoughts) Ah, here it is! I knew I had one left…
Natani: (thoughts) Now I can… transport myself… I do feel sorry for her. Such an odd group of people.
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