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Emilia:  “Not that they talk about it much, but… Up! We! Go!” Her scheme kept missing the mark, but she remained undaunted, climbing the tree and taking her usual position once more. Below her was the now familiar scene of the adults in the glade. Fortuna and Geuse were there, too. At a distance, the pair seemed engaged in pleasant chat, but she felt Fortuna’s expression looked particularly relaxed.
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Fortuna:  “Lately, Emilia has been really energetic. She always comes back with mud on her clothes. I wash them and wash them day after day, but I just can’t seem to catch up.”
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Geuse:  “If she is in good health, all is well and good. I have brought as many changes of clothes as I could. Beyond the forest, the winter season is finally ending, so many of these garments may prove unnecessary.”
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Fortuna:  “I’m sorry; even though we rely on you for so much already, I always seem to ask for more… Are there clothes for adults, too?”
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Geuse:  “Yes, of course. Surely, there are some that suit you nicely as well, Lady Fortuna.” Right in the middle of their discussion about Emilia, Geuse replied to her question with a soft expression that made Fortuna go rigid, as if he had slipped through a gap in her armor. After that, she seemed rather blushy as she glared at Geuse with upturned eyes.
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Fortuna:  “…Goodness. We’ve known each other this long, but I never realized you were the sort to make those kinds of jokes.”
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Geuse:  “—? I merely intended to speak my mind. Did I say something odd?”
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Fortuna:  “…I know you are a man without guile. That makes it even worse, you know.” As Geuse cocked his head in confusion, Fortuna averted her eyes with an exasperated air.
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Geuse:  The gesture brought a look of consternation to Geuse’s face, whereupon he gently reached his hand out toward Fortuna’s forehead. His palm touched her brow.
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Fortuna:  “…Geuse, what are you doing?”
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Geuse:  “No, ah, come to mention it, once quite some time ago, Lady Fortuna, you were speaking sourly to me when you had a fever… It seems you do not at the moment.”
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Fortuna:  “How many decades ago was that? Goodness, you really do treat me like such a child.” Fortuna pouted at his misplaced concern. However, the corners of her lips were smiling, making it obvious that she did not find their exchange unpleasant. No, far from it—Fortuna was clearly enjoying her time with Geuse.
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Emilia:  “…Muu.” Somehow, Emilia did not find the sight of her mother like that very amusing at all. The impression she had of Fortuna was that she was sharp-eyed, gallant, and strict to others. Her gentle, caring face was supposed to be her beloved daughter Emilia’s exclusive privilege.
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Emilia:  “Hmph, stupid Geuse. And Archi’s stupid, too.” She took out her anger on the acquaintance who had never met her and on the boy helping unpack the cargo.