Prudence: I can't believe what a mess this place is, Miss Noelle.
Prudence: Ahma would never have let us make a mess like this.
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.
Prudence: Where are they?
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: No, I guess not.
Prudence: Everything changed when Lenore forgot us. Everything.
Noelle: Yeah, I guess it did. Ahma's sick. Louisa and Calla are twerps.
Noelle: But you're doing okay, right? Now that you're my dolly?
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!
Noelle: I promised you a home as long as you want one. And I mean it. As long as you want to be my doll, you'll be my doll.
Noelle: Unless you're sick of me already. I never had a doll before. I'm probably not very good at taking care of a doll.
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?