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The woman is cautious.  She wonders what has caused this; Mirabelle was one the same, and although she had grown since then she is capable of remaining sensitive to the way others feel.  She does not understand the language the sister speaks, so she opens her mouth to reply and shuts it once more, shaking her head.  She thinks she understands — a greeting — but she can't be sure.  Hello?