[That voice. Impossible. That's...that's impossible. Isn't it? Noel's breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he doesn't move; Moro, hovering beside him, puts one small paw on his shoulder.
He turns his head slowly, and after a moment, his body follows. He had been expecting a trick of his mind, or some kind of strong memory, but no. It's no trick. She's really there...and there's no other way to put it -- he's utterly speechless.]
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He turns his head slowly, and after a moment, his body follows. He had been expecting a trick of his mind, or some kind of strong memory, but no. It's no trick. She's really there...and there's no other way to put it -- he's utterly speechless.]
Yeul...