Evil Aura: THIS ISN’T OVER.
Trace: (thoughts) Yes, it is. I’m the only one in control of my thoughts.
Evil Aura: FOR NOW…
Flora: That smoke thing still worries me. Is it still talking to you?
Trace: It was, but I think it’s gone now.
Flora: Oh, good. I’m glad.
Flora: I know I said it before, but it’s such a relief to finally be open with you again, even though I’m still unsure how it’s possible. I think the stress was starting to make my fur fall out. …Or maybe I’m just shedding my summer coat. Either way, it was making a mess of our bed.
Trace: Yeeeah, I wasn’t going to mention it…
Flora: And speaking of the bed, I’ll finally be able to sleep without wearing this thing! I can’t tell you how frustrating that’s been!
Flora: With our fight on the island, and then me avoiding you ever since, it feels like it’s been forever since we just…
Flora: Actually, know what, Trace? Bed sounds pretty good right now. I think I’ll head back there now.
Trace: Huh? But it’s still morning. We just got up two hours ago.
Flora: Suit yourself. But if you need me, you’ll know where to find me. On the bed.
Trace: …Oh. Oh!
Trace: Right, uh, stay out of trouble, Squirt. We’ll be back… later.
Madelyn: Huh? Strange time to sleep…
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