

Noelle: Well, since Ahma's been sick, and Theia's been watching Louisa and Calla, I think some things are being let slide that maybe shouldn't be.

Noelle: I asked Theia to take them outside to play, so you could come gather your things. I didn't think you'd want to be around them.




Prudence: Yes, but... thank you for all my new clothes and everything but...
Noelle: But what?
Prudence: Well, it'll be a lot to pack and ship with me when you get sick of me.

Noelle: Darmit, Prudence!


Prudence: No! You're wonderful. I just... everyone always gets sick of me and sends me away. You know, eventually.
Noelle: All right. Tell you what. I promise not to get sick of you, if you promise not to get sick of me. Deal?
