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[musichetta]

I realize why you couldn't possibly send me anywhere. How difficult would it be for you to fill in the blanks of a girl who only exists in passing, in quotations but never quite in actions?

I like who I am, Mademoiselle, truly. I like what you have made me. I love my boys and I'm grateful to have them with me.

[ She is the tiniest bit jealous of another lass in the headspace, but doesn't quite know how to phrase it. Musichetta falls quiet, lowering her head over clasped hands. ]

You needn't fret over my ramblings, cherie. I know not what I came here to say, in the end.

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[quatre_ailes]

[And he is giving it a (mostly fake) considering look, wrinkling his nose.]

I do believe you are quite safe for now, my dear.

[musichetta]

[ Musichetta mirrors his expression before laughing again. ]

I'll check in with the doctor on a later date, though if you've any daily medicines or rituals for me, then I look forward to hearing your suggestions.