Daria: Ily...are you ok...?
Ily: I wanna please my master...
Daria: U-um...
She gets off of you and looks at you
Daria: Ily...?
ily: yes master?... you see that her eyes look different
Daria: W-what happened to you...? Are-are you ok...?
ily: yes...yes master...
Daria: Ily...do-do you recognize me? It's Daria...
she looks at you
Ily: why wouldn’t I remember my master...of course I recognize you...
Daria: Ily...you-you don't have to keep calling me that...
ily: yes daria...
