Flora: I’m sorry! Are you sure you’re okay?
Trace: I said I’m fine! Really!
Trace: Though… maybe someday you could get those claws trimmed down just a little?
Flora: Oh! I actually know a place for that! And that’s exactly why you need me with you! I know Edinmire like the stripes on my tail!
Flora: Oh. Then again, I suppose a trim won’t matter.
Flora: Now that we’re back in human lands, we’ll need to pretend to be servant and master again. And that means keeping my claws to myself anyway.
Flora: If I could just pass as human, it wouldn’t matter. But I’ll never be able to hide what I am completely.
Trace: I’m sorry, Flora. I know you hate doing this.
Trace: I recall you mentioned once that you dreamt of being human. Seeing where you were raised, I’m starting to understand why.
Trace: But listen… What you are isn’t wrong. I’d never want you to change, not even the claws, if you don’t want to. We may have to pretend otherwise, but I love you, stripes and all.
Flora: I know. I love you too. Though it’s not going to stay secret for very long if someone sees us like this.
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