[Flandre is torn between glancing back down the stairs and folding her wings halfway out and back again, as if deciding whether to take off or not. So she does both.]
...should we go back outside?
[She itches at her scalp, too, making quite sure that hit hadn't done anything to her head.]
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...should we go back outside?
[She itches at her scalp, too, making quite sure that hit hadn't done anything to her head.]