Nora: (through Stoney) Still, fey?! Seriously?
FLICK!
Trace: Ow!
Nora: (through Stoney) That was really stupid. Fey are a corruption born out of death. They are evil to a fault. Every. Single. One.
Nora: (through Stoney) Don't mess with them again, understand?
Trace: Okay, okay! I already get it.
Trace: Apparently I did a lot of stupid things. It's dead now.
Nora: (through Stoney) Good.
Trace: Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, Flora is pregnant.
Nora: (thoughts) …Who?
Trace: Flora! You know, my fiancée?
Flora: Uh... hi...
Trace: Oh! Also she's my fiancée now! Since… today.
Trace: We're getting married!
Trace: Nora, guess what? We're getting married!
Saria: Er, well… Yes. I thought I should get your blessing first, though, uh… my lady, ma'am.
Nora: (thoughts) Hm. History's repeating itself, it seems. But… a Keidran…? It can't be…
Nora: SNORT!
Nora: (thoughts) Oh, Ephemural, you hypocrite! Lecture me on how I "mess with nature", then you go and pull this?
Western Basitin: O GODS
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