[Estelle paused, her desire to help put on hold as she realized she might be coming on a bit too strong to this... whatever it was. Thus she stood and folded her hands in front of her. Though her eyes kept going back to the damaged wing. Something she knew had to be very painful.]
My name is Estellise. Would you mind telling me yours, too?
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My name is Estellise. Would you mind telling me yours, too?