[Emily you're not helping! Gilbert rubs at his nose as he turns to look at Rosette, finally noticing that it's in fact bleeding. As if his clothes weren't already ruined enough. He presses his sleeve against it to soak up the blood as he attempts an answer.]
G-Gilbert...Nightray.
[But more importantly.]
Are you both...er, rather, what was going on in here...
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G-Gilbert...Nightray.
[But more importantly.]
Are you both...er, rather, what was going on in here...