[He blinks a few times, and it might be obvious that that's a lot of names for a brain already buzzing with information, but he listens intently. He can't help feeling a twinge of envy. If they were still home, would their tiny rag-tag band of misfits have become something like that?
He supposes he'll only get to wonder now.]
There are that many of you here? [Come to think of it... he's really not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. He feels a tug of sympathy anyway, though, based solely on the amount of fretting he's done over Rosette being here as well.]
Wait, Mary... does she have long, white hair and red eyes?
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He supposes he'll only get to wonder now.]
There are that many of you here? [Come to think of it... he's really not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. He feels a tug of sympathy anyway, though, based solely on the amount of fretting he's done over Rosette being here as well.]
Wait, Mary... does she have long, white hair and red eyes?