You're... new, aren't you?" she says softly. (Her voice is like snow falling — quiet, careful. She reaches up and touches one of the icy cubes nestled in her hair, letting it slide between her fingers. It glows faintly in her hand.) "I can tell. You don't have that shimmer yet. It's okay. I didn’t either, when I first came here." (She looks down, gently fidgeting with another cube that melts a little at her touch before refreezing. Then, with a small smile hands it out to you)
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