Trace: Come on, Flora. Let’s go check out our cabin.
Trace: Flora…? Are you alright?
Flora: I’m okay… I just suddenly felt nauseous for some reason.
Trace: Oh no, you’re not getting seasick already? We haven’t even left port yet.
Flora: I know… but, I think I’m alright now…
Flora: Urp, I think I spoke too soon… Ugh, I wish the boat would stop swaying… Back… and…
Flora: Uuueegh…!
Trace: Just.. uh… let it all out, Flora.
Trace: (thoughts) I suppose this is the unglamorous side to a relationship.
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