[ Ah, that's right! The time -- Maren lifts her eyes briefly to the sky, pursing her lips at the purple hues streaming into orange now. She doesn't want to be outside when it gets dark. When twilight hits, everything changes. The feel of the air, the temperature, the scent -- she shudders in turn, unable to bring herself to protest, unwilling for all that it seems like Kazue's made the decision for her. ]
P-probably not.
[ She's still not sure she's much help at all, really, but Kazue seems to think so, so... ]
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P-probably not.
[ She's still not sure she's much help at all, really, but Kazue seems to think so, so... ]