[ With the pair of them wandering together, side by side, Zelda can lead Hiyori past shops and restaurants. They blur together in her eyes; her attention stays squarely on the girl who had selflessly helped her. The "language of flowers," she explains, and Zelda listens as if she's hearing a prayer. Her head slowly turns from Hiyori to the streets, processing this information. ]
You don't have to hope. It did. [ There's a smile tugging at her lips now, light and easy. She clears her throat, pulling the shawl closer, and then inhales deep before continuing. ]
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You don't have to hope. It did. [ There's a smile tugging at her lips now, light and easy. She clears her throat, pulling the shawl closer, and then inhales deep before continuing. ]
My name is Zelda. I truly do owe you for this.