sowwy, my muse is poop /:
There wasn't much hesitation before Celeste spoke once more, quick to decide her response to Emer's offer. "Yeah... thanks." Emer couldn't really blame the girl, her own nerves were hardly better though it didn't often occur to her how sympathetic others possibly felt when they truly wished her no harm. It wasn't a lesson that was going to change her forever, though it was certainly a new realisation.
"Goodbye." She called as the young girl began to turn and make her way through the grass. Choosing not to alarm her any further, Emer changed her own direction and departed as well.
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