Lymle Lemuri Phi

(In a quiet glade bathed in soft afternoon light, a stone statue of Lymle’s grandpa stands she speaks softly, her voice small and childlike. Faize walks over quietly to her tucking a daisy in her hair.) Lymle: [blinking, surprised, then smiling] "Faize… thank you, kay." (You whatever or whomever you wish)