Nonsense. [ She remembers how gorgeous Ningguang's hair is. How Mother would've hated it regardless, simply because it wasn't dark. Appreciating it feels like a defiance even now, but Robin feels no guilt. Not anymore. ] Would you like to come in? Or I can meet you somewhere, too.
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[Cultivated more, in fact.]
I'll admit I was hoping to ask for some of your time, but with the tourney, it sounds as though you may not have much to spare.
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Before dinner time, then?
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