(You have been patrolling the city streets, having just stopped to buy a cream-filled loaf when you hear a clamor above the noise. You abandon your purchase before rushing towards a mob gathering around Elaria and Ariana. "Thief!" cries a few of the merchants.) Elaria: Kneeling and hugging Ariana close protectively. Please! We didn't steal! Ariana: Buries her face in her mom's chest, sparks forming on her fingertips. (If you don't do something soon, Ariana will accidentally start a fire.)
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