[He's not so scary when he smiles. Vie's starting to feel better... until he points to her room. Her expression turns serious. Vie grabs the hem of his shirt and tugs on it. He looks like her, so he must be one of her kind... right?]
Clay.
[She whispers this like she's half expecting someone to jump out and attack them.]
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Clay.
[She whispers this like she's half expecting someone to jump out and attack them.]