[The tall woman looks at Charlotte. In spite of the magic she lacked in this place, she knew how to reach out to people. Even Spartans.]
...Clothes would be fine.
[Daisy holds herself, not raising her knees to avoid knocking the table over. The Spartan then carefully pushes herself away from the table, and follows the pink-haired buxom girl, driving even Daisy to raise her eyes to look at her in spite of her small stature.
She wondered for a moment that, had she not become a Spartan, if she would have grown to become someone like the princess.]
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...Clothes would be fine.
[Daisy holds herself, not raising her knees to avoid knocking the table over. The Spartan then carefully pushes herself away from the table, and follows the pink-haired buxom girl, driving even Daisy to raise her eyes to look at her in spite of her small stature.
She wondered for a moment that, had she not become a Spartan, if she would have grown to become someone like the princess.]