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"Wait. Ys? As in Ys Ys?" Rex asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why her?"

Cleo sighed, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she crossed her arms in frustration. "Her race has one of the most advanced psychic abilities in the galaxy," she explained reluctantly.

"She can not only perceive astral images but interact with them directly. If anyone could identify what your astral form looks like or tell you more about this lady in white, it's her."

Rex chuckled, leaning back with a grin. "You don't sound too thrilled about this, Cleo. What's the matter? Jealous?"

Cleo's face turned an adorable shade of red as she glared at him, her wings twisting slightly. "Of course not!" she huffed, clearly flustered. "I just don't trust her to not... to not say something stupid, that's all!"

"Right," Rex teased, his grin widening. "Totally not jealous."