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Her clothes are clean.
CLEAN!
"Thank you," she tells the Al Bhed girl who brings the clothes up.
"Oui'na famlusa," she says, and when Yuna stares blankly. "You welcome. No Al Bhed?"
Yuna knots the drawstring of her skirt. "My mother was," she says quietly.
"No speak?"
She shakes her head.
"Hm." The girl picks up the blue dress Yuna borrowed, and goes.
She sighs to herself as she finishes dressing, and she's just lacing up her sleeves when the screams start coming from outside.
CLEAN!
"Thank you," she tells the Al Bhed girl who brings the clothes up.
"Oui'na famlusa," she says, and when Yuna stares blankly. "You welcome. No Al Bhed?"
Yuna knots the drawstring of her skirt. "My mother was," she says quietly.
"No speak?"
She shakes her head.
"Hm." The girl picks up the blue dress Yuna borrowed, and goes.
She sighs to herself as she finishes dressing, and she's just lacing up her sleeves when the screams start coming from outside.