If I don't die... [ his hand goes to his neck again, the wince that he can't quite hide. ] Ah, I'll see what I can do. Excursions are that dangerous, are they...
In the meantime-- [ with a motion of his hand he creates his lyre from anemo magic; there's a cecilia flower affixed to it, which he removes and offers to friday from the palm of his hand. ]
My favorite flower, the Cecilia, from my homeland. This one will disappear when I put my lyre away, but I'll keep it out for at least the rest of the day if I remember.
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In the meantime-- [ with a motion of his hand he creates his lyre from anemo magic; there's a cecilia flower affixed to it, which he removes and offers to friday from the palm of his hand. ]
My favorite flower, the Cecilia, from my homeland. This one will disappear when I put my lyre away, but I'll keep it out for at least the rest of the day if I remember.
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[ offers it out encouragingly…! just a little innocent cecilia for Best Gal on the ship! ]
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[after an additional moment of hesitation... she takes it, holding it delicately.]
It's so pretty... Thank you very much, Mr. Venti! I'll take good care of it until it disappears!