[Scary, but useful, she has to admit. Corrin sighs in relief as the healing magic washes over her.] "Thank you, Klonoa." [She plants her sword in the ground, now that the other dolls have fled and surveys the group.] "Good work everyone. I knew we could do it."

[Corrin prods some of the discarded fabric with her foot, while Klonoa attends to Serge.] "I don't understand what that doll was talking about. Is the "Mog" he mentioned the missing curator?"