[Now that she's looking at the sketches again, she can almost recognize the face. They look like the man she'd seen in the observation deck before Cayde and his Ghost had interrupted the discovery of her unexpected romantic life.]
...I don't know. Someone who I liked enough to sketch, I suppose. [And kiss. But maybe Cayde's Ghost hadn't caught onto what he was looking at before she closed the tear.]
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...I don't know. Someone who I liked enough to sketch, I suppose. [And kiss. But maybe Cayde's Ghost hadn't caught onto what he was looking at before she closed the tear.]