[About a month later, Noctis will receive his own gift in return. Handknitted scarves, three of them in various earth tones, will be waiting on his doorstep with a note.]
I like bread. Thank you. The wind will be cold soon.
[It's to-the-point and it's not signed, but there's a red feather tucked into the package.]
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I like bread. Thank you. The wind will be cold soon.
[It's to-the-point and it's not signed, but there's a red feather tucked into the package.]