[Oh, that was a familiar voice. Enough to bring her out of her thoughts, to look up and around as if in a hazy dream. Admittedly, it was close enough with how she had been affected by everything. Once Cloche's eyes settle on Lenalee, she recalls it: she had helped her on day five of everything; had given her food. That's right.
Cloche gives a weary smile, tired from everything this place had to throw at her for the moment. But a familiar face was welcome.]
Lenalee, correct? I remember you had a pretty name. I helped you, didn't I?
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Cloche gives a weary smile, tired from everything this place had to throw at her for the moment. But a familiar face was welcome.]
Lenalee, correct? I remember you had a pretty name. I helped you, didn't I?