Flora: He still has a fever. I don’t know what to do.
Euchre: Flora, relax. I’m sure he’ll be fine… Tell me, why do you feel you need to help this human?
Flora: …I don’t know.
Flora: You know I’ve always felt that humans weren’t all that bad.
Euchre: Mmhm. …You sure have fallen for this guy, haven’t you?
Flora: What?! No! I… haven’t even thought… well.. we’re just friends!
Euchre: Hmm…
Euchre: I seem to remember you being “just friends” with a human once before. And you know how that turned out, don’t you?
Flora: Yeah, yeah..
Flora: But I was young and stupid back then. I won’t make the same mistake again…
Euchre: Heh, so you’re saying you aren’t young anymore?
Flora: Oh, hush…
Euchre: Flora, listen to me. You know you’re like a sister to me.
Euchre: But I’m getting old. I’m twenty-one. If I’m lucky, I may live to see another few years, but I can’t protect you forever.
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