Mine? [She swallows her disappointment in him not needing help instead to turn her attention back towards where she hung her own wish up. It's been turned around, lost among the sea of other wishes fluttering gently in the light breeze.
It takes her a tick, but she sees the familiar pink of her slip among the others, turning it around to show Wash.
Even if it's written in an alien language, it is still very obviously one word. Short, and only intricate in its foreign lettering.]
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It takes her a tick, but she sees the familiar pink of her slip among the others, turning it around to show Wash.
Even if it's written in an alien language, it is still very obviously one word. Short, and only intricate in its foreign lettering.]
It is this one.