[There she is. Mahiru hasn't realized what an effective anchor Rena will continue to be. Her skin may be green; at least not cold or unsteady like a plant swaying in the wind. Ferns or not, Rena is obviously a person, and Mahiru needs this; she clings with her own arm, more readily than in the mall.
How pathetic, that even the implied short distance is a relief to Mahiru, but she nods, looking into her eyes.]
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How pathetic, that even the implied short distance is a relief to Mahiru, but she nods, looking into her eyes.]
Sure, I'm - sorry I didn't say yes right away...