[ Her name again. The dreamscape wavers, shimmers, and dissolves-- and then Yuri opens her eyes, groggy and disoriented. There's just enough moonlight coming through her window to show her the figure leaning over her, but her gaze doesn't seem quite focused. In fact, it takes her a few seconds to even recognize him, and she's too tired, her throat too sore to croak out more than a little. ]
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Kuroh...