Flora: Sorry, but if you don’t mind me asking, what is one of the tribes doing in human territory? I mean, I know you were invited, but why agree? Aren’t you afraid the Templar might try something? Why trust—
Iris: Snrk… What is that accent?
Flora: Wha-? Accent? I don’t have an—
Tigress: Yeah, I hear it too! She sounds… off. Just a bit… human-ish.
Iris: Oh, I see. You’re a domesticated keidran.
Flora: What? No! I’m a natural-born tiger! I’m not a slave! N-not anymore…
Iris: Hun, your scent reeks of human. Clearly you’re still someone’s pet.
Flora: I’m not a pet!!
Tigress: Don’t be mean, Iris!
Iris: No offense! I think it’s adorable you still feel like part of the tribe. Hold on to that, sweetie. But I’m afraid we don’t have time to humor you. Your masters have important business with us real tigers right now.
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