Isabelle shrugged. From a hidden compartment in her boots, the elezen would pull out a knife. She'd trim those dead leaves as if she were cutting the hair of her own daughter, ending with a sweet little, "Ahh..~" She smiled brightly, taking the dead leaflet clippings. Isabelle even took a moment to admire the neatly-trimmed potted plant
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