[When she blushes, it's a pale tint of pink across her cheeks. But before she has a chance to respond to any of it - the words, the sigh - Moa keeps talking, and Elsa can't help but laugh. It's a small laugh, obviously born of surprise.]
You can't possibly imagine...
[...how much trouble she has - and it shows in her voice, in the way she looks away at even the thought of finding people.]
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You can't possibly imagine...
[...how much trouble she has - and it shows in her voice, in the way she looks away at even the thought of finding people.]
Are you...are you having trouble?