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[On days like this, when she knows Nike-neesama has a long day ahead of her, Naminé makes sure to clear her evening schedule in anticipation of her sister's return, and sets the table for tea. The pot is old but lovingly handled, the tea leaves a special blend prepared by her own hands. She's been greeting her sister like this for a few years now, now that she's old enough to not be ordered to bed early, and it brings her no small amount of pleasure to do it. True, it's still an uncomfortable thought sometimes, that she's essentially singing her sister to sleep with her inherited power of hypnotism. But Nike-neesama's assurances that it helps her rest help Naminé, in turn, rest easy herself.

She's sitting at the table now, sketching out the arrangement of teapot and flower vase in front of her, but sets down her pencil when she hears her sister's voice.]

Nike-neesama, welcome home.

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