[Mirabel gives a little huff, crossing her arms. Her relationship with her sister is better by far now, but of all the things she could've turned into...!]
I'm saying I don't wanna be a plant.
[Which brings her attention to Isabela's own arms, the scratching, and the scales glistening in the light. Her eyebrows raise in concern.]
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I'm saying I don't wanna be a plant.
[Which brings her attention to Isabela's own arms, the scratching, and the scales glistening in the light. Her eyebrows raise in concern.]
What's... going on with you?