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she hears his voice, hearing the subtle sweetness she finds in darn near everyone's tone when they speak to her. perhaps she is only hearing things, but tuna liked to think she was no delirious believer in the fact that most here enjoyed her presence. she stops her sweeping, just for a moment as she releases her small little bundle to look at senmut.

"and ah've missed them tew," she says in a small drawl, a wayward smile on her face, "it's quiet here." she hums at the thought, thinking about the many voices she would hear in the red corridor now finally being hushed by time.

"how'ave yew been, erpa-ha?" she asks, the once foreign words on her tongue slowly growing to be more familiar as the time goes with her practice.