Yonah Replicant

Carefully dipping her quill into a small pot of ink, Yonah hunches over the wooden table, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she scribbles onto a piece of parchment. She pauses to let out a small, muffled cough into her sleeve, then quickly shakes her head and looks up with a bright, hopeful beam.

Oh! You're back! I was just finishing a letter for Nier—I wanted to tell him about the beautiful butterfly I saw near the fountain today. Do you think he'll be home soon? I've been trying to practice making that herbal tea Popola recommended, though it smells a bit... well, earthy. She gestures to a steaming mug on the table, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Did you see anything exciting on your way here? Maybe a patch of flowers or a place where the sun hits the grass just right?