[ The instant she realizes they aren't alone anymore, Naminé grows very still, her eyes rounding. For a moment or two, she can't help but stare, trying to make out what she can of the differences in this strange other version of him--
But she knows better than to peek too far past the real Master Ira. Dutifully, she remains in his shadow - yet despite her lack of speech, there's an anticipation in the tone of her silence as she begins to frown. ]
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But she knows better than to peek too far past the real Master Ira. Dutifully, she remains in his shadow - yet despite her lack of speech, there's an anticipation in the tone of her silence as she begins to frown. ]
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