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Smiling, Rukkhadevata covered the potted seed with dirt. “The Aranara have taken a liking to you.”
“They’re sweet.” Lumine waved back to one in the distance. “You have a wonderful family.”
“Family? …Yes, you could call us that. I love them dearly, as I do all the people of Sumeru. For them, I will do whatever I can.” She set aside the plant. “When the day comes where you must forget me—"
“I never forget a friend.”
“Perhaps not. Still…” She pressed her forehead against Lumine’s. “May you be blessed with the sweetest of dreams.”
In Lumine’s heart, melancholy sprouted.