[The merchant disappears into the crowd and Allura stares after him, her shoulder sagging and a deep sigh escapes from her lips,] It is fine. At least now I know it's not permanent.

[She offers him a smile, though it feels wrong, when it's not her own face,] I can imagine how it must sound from your perspective. I hope you'll find no offense by my protests. You are surely a perfectly fine person.

[He doesn't seem offended, but she sometimes has trouble reading human reactions.]