( Emilia doesn't doubt Red, not truly. But she can't help wondering if it is strange as it is good. If this bittersweetness is shared, and she looks to Emilia in the hopes of recalling a memory, same as Emilia looks back at her to catalog the differences.
She steps forward, recovering some of the confidence she lost in her surprise. )
It's good to see you. I'd wondered if you managed to leave —
( Except she kept looking for the wrong person, one who had yet to shed girlhood. )
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She steps forward, recovering some of the confidence she lost in her surprise. )
It's good to see you. I'd wondered if you managed to leave —
( Except she kept looking for the wrong person, one who had yet to shed girlhood. )
How ... long has it actually been?