[She's under several layers of blankets, propped up with a few pillows and her hat has been plopped on her head. Her cheeks however are white as a sheet from frostnip as Frey pokes his head into her room. Selphie manages a weak wave before her hand falls back to the blankets.
The smile on her face is small and bright, however.]
[A wild action appeared!]
The smile on her face is small and bright, however.]
Hey.