Cecil Harvey

[Oh Cecil, you thought it was easy to escape your shame? Not in this place, where every horrible coincidence can come true in the blink of an eye. And another one has come to light - Quistis, walking along the river with a book in her hand, dressed completely normally now (and armed with her whip), looking for a place to read. Compared to most, she was enjoying the weather - she was always too cold, so she was finally comfortable. But the direct sun was agony, so she was searching for a shaded place near the spray of the water to be a little more enjoyable.]