[Her hair and skin shining, Epsilon descends slowly from the sky, having spotted Zenobia in distress on the shore. She doesn't approve of the random--and sometimes cruel--effects the Gardens have on people, so she frowns slightly, then smiles for Zenobia's sake, gently.] Hello.
That looks like a difficult situation you're in. Is there anything I can do to assist you? Somewhere I can carry you, perhaps?
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That looks like a difficult situation you're in. Is there anything I can do to assist you? Somewhere I can carry you, perhaps?