conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  The entire time, Claire didn’t say a single word. Several days after our battle on the ghost ship, Claire and I visited Louie’s home. The reason, of course, was that Claire had requested we do so.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Why, Rae, it’s been a while.” Louie’s mother, Ophelia, greeted us with a gentle smile. “I apologize for not getting up. I’m not feeling terribly well. It’s nothing serious, but…” She broke into a coughing fit.
conversations.prefix: Ophelia:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Please, don’t worry yourself. You should rest.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “My, who is this young lady? Is she your friend, Rae?”
conversations.prefix: Ophelia:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I am, ma’am. My name is Claire. And I’m Louie’s friend too.” Claire said to Ophelia with a smile kinder than any she’d even given me.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, Louie too? I haven’t seen his face since the last time he brought me my medication.
conversations.prefix: Ophelia: