[Yuna is quietly reading a book in a chair, her lighting provided mostly by the fireplace. After a few seconds, she flips a page. She doesn't seem to be very immersed in the book. Actually, her interest is detached at best, and after a few moments she quietly drops the book to her lap and looks at the window. It's heavily frosted, providing very
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Where did you learn to sing like that, Yuna? You're very good.
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Thank you. It's a song from my home, Spira, called Hymn of the Fayth.
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There are some, as well as a few of my own songs.
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