Mm. [She knows what Lightning's going for, of course, and reaches to yank the knife back out. The strain of it makes her frown--she's not a weakling until compared to other fighters, but her mother's arms... then again, it's not like a laboratory provides much opportunity for exercise.
After a few more yanks, she gets the blade out and holds it out carefully to Lightning.] This is my mother, Ifalna.
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After a few more yanks, she gets the blade out and holds it out carefully to Lightning.] This is my mother, Ifalna.