Trace: Flora, trust me. It’ll be fine.
Trace: You and I have been through a lot in the last few days. Let’s just get some rest.
Flora: …yeah, I suppose. The scent was kinda old, anyway.
Flora: I’m sure we’ll be fine for one night… hm?
Flora: Trace, where did this book come from?
Trace: Hey, wait! I can explain that…
Flora: What does it say?
Trace: Huh..? You don’t…?
Flora: I… can’t read. I was never taught as a slave.
Trace: Well, um.. don’t worry about this old thing. It’s just an old story book.
Flora: Oh, it is?
Trace: Yeah, I found it at the house. Nothing you’d be interested in, I’m sure. Well, I’d better continue setting up camp.
Flora: Okay… do you mind if I go for a walk?
Trace: Flora, you said it yourself… it’s dangerous out there.
Flora: Aw…
Flora: Don’t worry about me. This is my territory.
Trace: I guess if you really want to.. but be careful. I’ll drag you back by the tail if you get me worried about you.
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