(The air is clean and carries the scent of the mountainside. If Sora inhales deep enough, he might even detect a tinge of burning wood. Sansa keeps her tower warm and inviting, especially on the bottom floor. When she receives the message, she hurries to meet him, wearing a dress the same color as morning glories.)
Sora, welcome! (She beams at him, ushering him inside.) Please, make yourself at home.
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Sora, welcome! (She beams at him, ushering him inside.) Please, make yourself at home.