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“Then, he swung his sword like, swoosh! And—”
“Okay, Paimon!” Aether tugged her back. “It wasn’t that epic. ...You always exaggerate.”
“Paimon does not!” She crossed her arms. “No one likes Paimon’s stories.”
Nahida hid her laughter. “I like them.”
“Don’t encourage her. She’ll float away with all that air.”
“But I do like them. They’re very…” She tapped her chin. “Dreamlike? Memories as sweet as dreams are wonderful.”
“…I guess Paimon could tell another.”
“Paimon has so many!”
“Next time, you should come, Nahida.”
“Yeah! We’re great guides.”
“I would like that... My own dream."
"No. Your own memory."