Perhaps. [Like Elsa thinks, not every blue flower is the same. She hasn't seen those strange poinsettias since January either...
Still, once she's settled in her palm, Jasmine slowly raises her hands so they're talking more at level, a worried look on her face.] You were afraid to come out of your room? Were you in danger in your home?
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Still, once she's settled in her palm, Jasmine slowly raises her hands so they're talking more at level, a worried look on her face.] You were afraid to come out of your room? Were you in danger in your home?