Same. I'd say welcome, but it's an ironic thing to say when you end up in a place like this. [Ilia digs in deep to rip out the roots of a thick weed she's pulling. She keeps ripping out weeds with only a few inches separating her and Relena from where they kneel on the ground.
It is not long before she suddenly feels the strange, tingling sensation of fingers gliding up her back. She flinches, spinning around.
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It is not long before she suddenly feels the strange, tingling sensation of fingers gliding up her back. She flinches, spinning around.
But no one is there.]