Trace: …This must be where we’re staying. I guess this used to be my bedroom? It’s actually more… normal than I imagined.
Flora: Yeah! Knowing how you used to be, I half expected… I dunno, Keidran-skinned rugs or something?
Flora: I guess even evil-you liked to sleep in comfort. Still feels weird being here.
Trace: I know. Like invading someone else’s bedroom.
Flora: Not only that, I think I recognize this place now.
Flora: Yeah, I can see the lights of Edinmire way down there. If it were daytime, I bet I could see the hill on my old farm, too.
Flora: My owner had me on a loose leash, so it’s where I spent a lot of my time. At night, I would see the lights on the mountainside and wonder who lived up there.
Flora: It’s weird to think that was only a couple summers ago. I was just a little farm cat.
Flora: And back then, to me you were just this nebulous thing… the scary guy other Keidran would sometimes whisper about.
Flora: And now here I am, just casually resting in the master bedroom like I own the place… on what turned out to be your estate. It’s crazy!
Trace: You mean our estate.
Flora: Yeah, our– wait… my…?
Flora: _Gah!_Not helping, Trace!
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