[ Trahearne is about to answer, at least from the vague memories from when he dozed off. But instead his gaze drifts upward, and he gives a light little chuckle. ]
Syrlya.
[ He reaches up, removing the crown of flowers atop Syrlya's head, and presents it to him with a soft smile. ]
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Syrlya.
[ He reaches up, removing the crown of flowers atop Syrlya's head, and presents it to him with a soft smile. ]