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    They’ve both changed, in the interim. Gone is royal purple and the brilliant red of army officers and high houses, Chrom’s elite guard. Cordelia’s clothes are dusty grey with the black wash-faded, a pegasus the pale blaze upon her chest. Her skirt touches the floor, and an apron covers it below the angle of her waist. Say’ri looks like any other lost mercenary looking for coin and employ, her outfit cobbled together as pieces wore out. The guard that sits over the soft part of her belly is wrapped in brown leather, hiding the silvered steel.

    “Do you need anything?" Cordelia asks.
    "A place to rest," Say'ri murmurs, propping her hand on the hilt of her sword, "Solace, if your arms can bear my weight."

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