[This was a desperately needed lift of her spirits. It's not enough to really make Elsa feel better, after the trial and her dreams, but it's nice. Like a balm on an angry wound. So when she turns to face Cassandra, there's actually a smile on her face - a somewhat tired smile, but a smile all the same.]
It's not new new. It's... something from back home. [She spreads her arms out, so Cassandra can get a better look at the shawl.] This was my mother's.
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It's not new new. It's... something from back home. [She spreads her arms out, so Cassandra can get a better look at the shawl.] This was my mother's.