[Being an ostella has been incredibly stressful. Lucy has her face buried in one of the stuffed animals that baited her here and has been trying to mentally block out the situation. When she hears a familiar voice, she turns her head. Briefly comforted, until she realizes an unfortunate fact:]
... I can't understand you.
[Spoken in plain English. She was scooped up shortly after encountering the Banshee, which has contributed to her almost timid behavior. It's one thing to be carried off to a blanket fort, but when you can't understand your astella or vice-versa? What's the point of yelling after a while?
She's so stressed. At least the effects of moonlace cuddling feel nice enough to melt away her fears. Lucy curls up around her stuffed animal (some horrific wannabe bear,) and glares over its head at Ranpo.]
If you can't speak English, Ranpo, I'm going to start screaming.
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