[Her cheek is infectious. Not much for the monarchy, is she? Leo's own mouth ticks a little smugger, watching her float back towards the statue, and yet again he finds himself observing the shape of a person who he assumes once walked these corridors. He looks like an average guy. Before Leonardo can get too deep into speculation, Rin draws his attention with a plan; he nods his agreement until the tail end of it catches him off-guard. An eye ridge arches at her slowly.]
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Stone couches?