[Voice]

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[A rustling of fabric, most likely the bedsheets.]

Alexandria is a strange place... In a way it reminds me of Rabanastre, yet... quieter and tamer...

[Her voice sounds even more quiet and strained than usual. Almost solemn.]

My mind is troubled. I am ill at ease. Many things trouble me at present... I fear for Nono. For the Strahl. I fear for Balthier's sanity... I have seen it with my own eyes, the dead walking tall, what if... No, I must not even think it. I must pray that that man stays dead...