[It's ok, she won't mention his pink cheeks if he doesn't mention hers. She does not make a habit of randomly hugging strangers.
Her shoulders hitch up, posture tense,] I did not!
[Then, an accusatory finger,] You looked like him. You had his voice only a moment ago! And... [The fire in her voice falters, her brows knitting together as she looks at the familiar landscape around them. There's no mistaking where they appear to be, her home, lost long before the Storm,] If this is some kind of trick...
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Her shoulders hitch up, posture tense,] I did not!
[Then, an accusatory finger,] You looked like him. You had his voice only a moment ago! And... [The fire in her voice falters, her brows knitting together as she looks at the familiar landscape around them. There's no mistaking where they appear to be, her home, lost long before the Storm,] If this is some kind of trick...