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[[A few minutes have passed, during which Ki has calmed down and regained her composure. Trish remains concerned.]]
Trish: Are y-you s-sure y-you're all r-right?
Ki: [Wiping the tears from her eyes] I'm... sure. Just pregnancy hormones. Don't tell anyone, but I cried for an hour the other day over a hangnail.

Trish: [Nervously] I-I w-was w-worried the j-journal w-was so b-bad you c-couldn't s-stand r-reading it anym-more...
Ki: No, Trish. If anything, that's the furthest from the truth.

Ki: [Glancing at Trish's tablet] It's... well, "perfect" isn't the word I want to use. I've only made it through the introduction so far, but from what I've read, it's fair, balanced, thorough, and sincere.

[[Ki offers the tablet to Trish.]]
Ki: It says exactly what it needs to say. I don't think there's a single thing I could add to it.
[[Trish is surprised by Ki's assessment of her work.]]