Sythe: Raine!
Sythe: What’s wrong? Did he escape? Are we under attack?!
Nibbly: !
Sythe: Oh…
Sythe: Everything okay, Raine?
Raine: I have a muzzle again.
Sythe: Ah… yeah. So you do.
Raine: Mmmgh… I was getting frustrated trying to fix this stupid magic inhibitor, and… well…
Raine: Losing control of my emotions seems to make me lose control of my form.
Raine: Still, I appreciate you keeping an ear out for me. Sorry to wake you for nothing but my problems.
Sythe: Don’t worry about it, Raine. I’d already been woken up.
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