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Marino is shaking and struggling for air as the Courier squeezes her tighter.
MARINO: Pocket...
Her eyes shut in agony.
MARINO: My... Pocket...
The Courier rifles around Marino's pocket before pulling out the harmonica.
THE COURIER: SO IT IS.
The Courier releases Marino and she falls to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. It observes her, the harmonica grasped firmly in one of its tendrils.
MARINO: H-how lovely it is to have you among us, Venerable Star.
From a distance, Ísja and Num stand watching.
ÍSJA: ...Num.
Ísja covers his mouth with one hand, his eyes wide in horror. Num also looks horrified.
ÍSJA: It said "Mitvalsha", right? As in...
NUM: Saint Mitvalsha?
THE COURIER: AH, YES.
The Courier turns its attention away from Marino and toward Ísja and Num.
THE COURIER: OUR WONDERFUL GUESTS.
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