[ The smallest smile comes to Riley's face as Giorno cuts down the idea that's been ripping her up from the inside out. The way she looks at him is almost grateful. After a moment, she snatches up a petit four, just as Maple starts scrambling after Giorno's roots.
She listens quietly, and the smile grows a little. Some kind of mystical, magical thing, like she'd read in a story. ]
...That sounds really fitting for you, you know. [ Healing. ] You can't use that thing here?
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She listens quietly, and the smile grows a little. Some kind of mystical, magical thing, like she'd read in a story. ]
...That sounds really fitting for you, you know. [ Healing. ] You can't use that thing here?