[ Fuwari smiles, sincere in her greeting, then gives the matter at hand some Serious Thought. One tiny fist even goes to her chin in an unconscious imitation of a close friend. ]
They aren't thinking about the marks they're leaving, are they....? Perhaps we can explain that.
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[ Fuwari smiles, sincere in her greeting, then gives the matter at hand some Serious Thought. One tiny fist even goes to her chin in an unconscious imitation of a close friend. ]
They aren't thinking about the marks they're leaving, are they....? Perhaps we can explain that.