"No" Danii mutters. "I'm not very memorable." There's no way the same Cecilia could be her, that's beyond comprehension. There's only one person who was there with her for all those years, the only one who ever cared for her. Why would she think now that things were different.
Danii sighs before continuing, "how is this Cecilia a magical girl anyways?" The horizon of the Upper-Plate just in view, Danii pays no mind to it as her mind wanders, feeling as though she's actually asking rhetorical questions to herself rather than the person whom she's hugging in front of her.