She smells of lilacs and buttercups.
Perhaps Naminé won’t mind.
❝ ─ Do you think so? I haven’t done anything too special this year. It isn’t very hard to share a coat with someone. ❞

It’s a good scent.
Fresh and different than the dust she was used to.
”It’s still very kind of you to offer it to me.” Ah, a name would likely be best. ”My name is Naminé.”
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