[She recoils, just a little, looking sullen and confused. She looks down at her bare feet and the blood, then at his clothes and his hair, a color she's never seen on anyone before. A foreigner-- or was she the foreigner here? The thought is just as distressing and she looks down again.]
...I'm not supposed to talk to Outsiders... [She mutters, but then, does that even matter? She fidgets and sighs]
I want my sister... We look identical. Is she... here? [but she sounds like she doesn't expect the answer to be 'yes' anyhow]
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...I'm not supposed to talk to Outsiders... [She mutters, but then, does that even matter? She fidgets and sighs]
I want my sister... We look identical. Is she... here? [but she sounds like she doesn't expect the answer to be 'yes' anyhow]