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[commandress]

... The color is pleasing.

[ averting her eyes. ]

[dreamlord]

[He does smile, then.]

Good.

[He holds up his gift.]

And thank you for this. I will see if it grows well in this place.

[commandress]

They require little care, though you may wish to shape it.

[dreamlord]

[Dream only nods.]

Have you owned a bonsai before?

[commandress]

My sister liked to care for plants. I never had one myself.

[dreamlord]

I see. I have a sister that cares for goldfish.

[Dream, that isn't the same.

But it's close enough.]

[commandress]

... Is your sister also a... being that handles dreams?

[dreamlord]

No. My eldest sister is an Endless, but she is Death.

[commandress]

... Death.

As in, literal death?

[dreamlord]

The embodiment of Death itself, yes. All of my siblings are an aspect of the living universe, much like myself.

[commandress]

... I see. Can the embodiment of Death raise living creatures without mishap?

[dreamlord]

Of course. It is not as though she kills living things with a touch. She only takes them when it is their time to move on. She guides them.

[commandress]

You have to understand, this is not as commonplace to me as it is to you.

[ I am a normal human, weirdly enough. ]

[dreamlord]

And I am only clarifying. Many humans misunderstand Death. Many fear her. But she is very... cheerful. She is friendly, and because of what she is, she appreciates life more than most.

[He is clearly fond of his sister.]

[commandress]

She seems to be a very considerate individual.

[ maybe it's an apology. That isn't outright "sorry for assuming". Which she won't say. ]

[dreamlord]

[Not that he was ever put-off to start, but that concession seems to abate him.]

She is the best of us.

[the rest of them are so dysfunctional]

Do you have other siblings, too? Or is it just your sister?

[commandress]

Two sisters. One older, one younger. It's been years since I've seen them, of course. I left for the Hisui region as soon as I'd heard they wanted to survey the region.

[dreamlord]

[It rather sounds like her. Off immediately to get work done, posthaste.]

Do you miss seeing them?

[commandress]

They write letters. I don't believe they'd like it in Jubilife, not while we're still establishing it. Our interests always differed.

[dreamlord]

I suppose that is just the nature of siblings. At least you continue to remain in touch.

[commandress]

One never knows when you'll be ripped into a different place entirely.