Keiren: A-anyway, on a lighter note… Here, maybe this will make you feel better. I have something for you.
Flora: What is it?
Keiren: They’re your papers. Everything that documented you as a slave of my family.
Flora: Is this your way of saying I still technically belong to you?
Keiren: W-what? No, no! Nothing like that!
Keiren: I’m giving them to you. Look underneath. It’s a letter of safe passage. The same kind that lets that tavern lady live and work here.
Keiren: I had it made ages ago, in case you… ever came back.
Flora: I’m… free?
Keiren: Yes, though you should still be careful. There will always be people who won’t care about a seal.
Keiren: Speaking of which…
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