[Having taken an instinctive step back when the elezen dropped from the heavens, she holds her ground where she stands now. Her hands clamp to her mouth, not knowing if she can trust it to not hold her laughter away on its own.]
[She looks at Aymeric, desperate for him to explain. Or at least draw attention away from her for long enough to give her a fighting chance to compose herself.]
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[She looks at Aymeric, desperate for him to explain. Or at least draw attention away from her for long enough to give her a fighting chance to compose herself.]