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[theeyeoftruth]

[One might recognise, through the nighttime gloom, that Sheik is in the graveyard. He leans on a marker, amidst a strange little cluster of four identical headstones. His lyre looks grey rather than gold in the light, but this time, he isn't playing any music. After a moment of staring off at something unseen (he seems little troubled by the things

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[voice]

[heavyheels]

... It sounds kind of sad.

[heavyheels]

Ahaha, all right, I guess ...

[yeah, just too awkward. sorry, sheik.]

[theeyeoftruth]

[Yeah, he sees that. He thinks to comfort her for a moment, then thinks better of it.]

When would you like to train again? - if you would, that is.

[heavyheels]

Oh! Sure, I'm always up for training. When's good for you?

[theeyeoftruth]

Whenever my lady wishes.

[heavyheels]

How 'bout tomorrow? Are you busy then?

[theeyeoftruth]

Tomorrow is fine by me. I’ll look forward to it.

[heavyheels]

Me too! See you later!