The Leannán Sídhe begs Chise for her help: Joel is on his death bed, and she can only seem to make things worse. Chise vows to do what she can to turn that around.
I smell it.
.أشمّها
Ich rieche was. Ich rieche was!
Lo huelo.
Lo huelo.
Quelle est cette odeur ?
Lo sento, lo sento!
Eu consigo sentir o cheiro.
Чувствую.