[The group of them lives in such "tight" quarters in the Temple, she knows most faces by now, even without any sort of deep understanding of the people to whom they belong.
The extended hand need not have a familiar face attached to it at all, at this point; Minfilia reaches and grabs it, at once feeling some measure of control against the current.]
Thank you. [She's still kind of getting tugged backward, but not going anywhere, and the bubbles around her words get swept away easily.]
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The extended hand need not have a familiar face attached to it at all, at this point; Minfilia reaches and grabs it, at once feeling some measure of control against the current.]
Thank you. [She's still kind of getting tugged backward, but not going anywhere, and the bubbles around her words get swept away easily.]