Wonder painted every subtle shift in her expression; her lips parted just a fraction in quiet awe, and she seemed to drink in every unfamiliar detail with the same attentive curiosity she had shown on the street—confused by the sheer scale and purpose of it all, yet clearly fascinated, as though she had stepped into a grand, enchanted realm crafted entirely by mortal hands for reasons that still eluded her completely.
"Quickly now, let's get you something like a few nice new clothes that will actually fit your style," Chiyo said with an enthusiastic lilt in her voice, reaching out to take Yuri's pale, smooth hand in her own smaller one.
