He was so tired. "I’m Cirilla," the other woman said and he strained to hear it. But that voice, her earthy eyes...her face...why ❝ ...do I know you? ❞ he blinked as he asked it. Maybe this was all a dream actually.
"and what’s your name, little angel?" ❝ ...my name? ❞ he echoed, a small chuff coming as he coughed. What...was his name? Right. Focus. He could do this ❝ B-Ben....Benkei ❞ that sounded right. ❝ Am I....d-dreamin...Ciri? ❞ he stammered as his little body shook. ❝ It's cold... ❞ if this was a dream, why wasn't he comfortable? Maybe a nightmare.
❝ speech ❞
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