[Sephiroth looks at the parchment in her grasp with a tense expression then glances back to the spot where he'd been lying prone at the base of the oak tree.]
Well... I see no such note.
[Unless that little scroll tangled into his hair is it. He doesn't notice it.]
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Well... I see no such note.
[Unless that little scroll tangled into his hair is it. He doesn't notice it.]
I assume that means I'm free to leave.