“...Where am I?” It was the question of the day for Sphene, it seemed. And the week, and the last two months. They were some of the first words out of her mouth when she woke up in that bed in the Backroom infirmary, surrounded by strange faces. It was the first thing she asked when she stepped out into the lifeless, filtered air and blinding neon lights of Solution Nine. It was what she whispered to herself when she first stepped out of the Yyasulani dome and into the warm sun and gentle breeze of Tural. It was what she desperately begged when she was lost beneath the Everkeep, chasing after Calyx. It was what she had gasped in wonder upon discovering Treno, a surviving town among the wastelands of the Mist Continent. But now, it felt different. Sphene's lips curved into a soft smile as she leaned against a pillar, watching a slight Auri woman draped in white attempt to haggle with one of the stubborn small town merchants for a sack of food, her signing growing quicker and more frustrated.
“Where am I?” was a different question now. Sphene had already forgotten the name of the small town she was in. It didn't matter. Because, as she wandered over and slowly interlaced her fingers with the Auri woman's, gently interrupting their conversation to apologize, place a bag of gil on the counter, and sweep away with their food, she finally knew the answer to that question. She looked over at her traveling companion and partner, still using her free hand to complain about the stingy merchant. Sphene was home.
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pukes this onto the table, graphically and violently, then sprints away
