Hera shifts to her toes to reach back, her fingers touching the edge of a soft, stiff paper box, and she draws it out. The box is hued with simple shades of white and gray.
"I think it's from the last time we were on Gatalenta."
Which was... a long while ago, now that she thought about it.
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Hera shifts to her toes to reach back, her fingers touching the edge of a soft, stiff paper box, and she draws it out. The box is hued with simple shades of white and gray.
"I think it's from the last time we were on Gatalenta."
Which was... a long while ago, now that she thought about it.