[It is nice to see. There's not enough moments for cheer lately. She brushes off the returned compliment with a quiet huff of disbelief, like the idea of her being pretty already is ridiculous, and sits at Siria's kitchen table.] Don't sell yourself short, Pads, it's not like you. [She teases lightly. Siria has to know she's dead-gorgeous even before she's putting effort into being so.]
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