[ For a moment, it seems to exert no effect. She prepares a spell—and focuses on Yuan's face. A tiny frown knits her brow. It takes her a bit to retrieve the name from the thick quagmire of her thoughts. ]
Yuan. What…? [ Looking down, she notices her dress. Her emotions feel numbed and her expressions are likewise, but there is no denying the twinge of horror at the sweetly-colored confection. ] Why am I wearing this?
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Yuan. What…? [ Looking down, she notices her dress. Her emotions feel numbed and her expressions are likewise, but there is no denying the twinge of horror at the sweetly-colored confection. ] Why am I wearing this?