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"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Vix." She extended a vine and awkwardly patted Vix on the head. "I know how tough it is to feel that way, so take things slow. If there's any way I can cheer you up, just let me know."

"Oh, that just happens... when I'm scared," Cynthian's flowers gave off a vanilla scent briefly when Vix said that, and her cheeks redenned as well. "Is Puddle mad at you for what happened? I think you two could work things out. Your familiar is a reflection of one side of you, after all,"...

"Oh hey Vix." Cynthian greeted, poking her flower out of Icetales' silvery fur to wave. "How are you feeling? How's um... Puddle?" she asked, concern apparent in her tone.

"What do you mean it's the final battle already?! We were gone for less than half an hour!" Cynthian said, eyes wide and mouth slack-jawed after she caught up to speed with events. She looked down at the battlefield, specifically at Brisa and Owen. Cynthian gulped. "You know what... I'm glad...