Nora: (thoughts) Bleh! You taste like a Keidran. Smell like one too!
Nora: (thoughts) What have you been doing?
Nora: (thoughts) Trace…? Are you okay? You look a bit pale. Trace?
Trace: Gah!
Flora: Ack! Trace! Ah… I’ve gotcha. Are you okay?
Nora: (thoughts) Oh, so you’re the Keidran I tasted… Hello, I am known as Lady Nora.
Flora: Neh…!
Flora: Nyaaa….
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