[She regards his offered hand with a furrowed brow, fingers curling slightly as her own waving hand withdraws slightly closer to her body with caution. Not caution about him, but—
She looks back to the tree and the fearful pit in her stomach grows. She doesn't understand why it's gotten under her skin, but he's being so serious about it, vindicating the anxiety she's trying to bury and letting it grow.] Uh— why? Is it— is it dangerous?
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She looks back to the tree and the fearful pit in her stomach grows. She doesn't understand why it's gotten under her skin, but he's being so serious about it, vindicating the anxiety she's trying to bury and letting it grow.] Uh— why? Is it— is it dangerous?