Happy Life
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- Hmm... Well, alright. So, are you such good friends that you're willing to move here for them, so far from home? Have you helped each other out often, or perhaps...? - the last question was left unfinished, but Futa looked at Mira questioningly and meaningfully, with a slight hint of a smile.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
