[ He does know who. He angles his head, and at some unspoken command, Clover shimmers into being just over his shoulder.
She looks none the worse for wear, though she had to be resummoned altogether so perhaps that's expected. There is the briefest moment of hesitation as she looks at Sprezzatura, a lightning flash of memory playing behind her gaze, but ultimately...
She flits over, resting one tiny hand on either side of Sprezzatura's face. She dips her head, pressing her forehead against the space between Sprezzatura's eyebrows. It's okay, the gesture seems to say. I know it wasn't you. ]
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She looks none the worse for wear, though she had to be resummoned altogether so perhaps that's expected. There is the briefest moment of hesitation as she looks at Sprezzatura, a lightning flash of memory playing behind her gaze, but ultimately...
She flits over, resting one tiny hand on either side of Sprezzatura's face. She dips her head, pressing her forehead against the space between Sprezzatura's eyebrows. It's okay, the gesture seems to say. I know it wasn't you. ]