[Hearing her name, she looks up and smiles kindly at the older girl, standing up and dusting herself off before snapping the journal shut and dropping it into a satchel that contained, among other things, a small red pen. She too, never left home without a means to defend herself]
Yes. You must be Clove. Its nice to meet you. I'm sorry, though, that you had to end up here.
[Rei offers a hand in greeting, in the Western style]
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Yes. You must be Clove. Its nice to meet you. I'm sorry, though, that you had to end up here.
[Rei offers a hand in greeting, in the Western style]