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... oom, her blanket now left behind like a molted shell of emotional damage. She walked quietly into the hall of the healer's house, her eyes still a little red from earlier. Not crying, of course. Just... dramatic eye allergies.
She paused near the end of the hall and spotted Toi quietly cleaning the table and chairs, humming some oddly catchy old-man tune that sounded like "Ode to Dust Wiping, Volume IV."
Clearing her throat gently, Dila spoke up.
"Sir Toi... I'm really gr ...
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