[the less urgent tone in his voice should concern her, but she's kind of chill, actually. wrinkling her nose, she starts poking around the benches, peeking at the tree...
and as she does, the red in her robes starts to turn a faded pink.]
[after a moment, he seems to lose interest slightly in that search, taking note of her clothing instead. even the curiosity in his voice is a little muted.]
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[the less urgent tone in his voice should concern her, but she's kind of chill, actually. wrinkling her nose, she starts poking around the benches, peeking at the tree...
and as she does, the red in her robes starts to turn a faded pink.]
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...Did you change clothes?
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No? I don't, uh. Think so. [squints.] Hm. Do you want to sit down somewhere?
[she should probably be more concerned about her clothes changing colors, but.]
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[he pauses, his skin going a shade more gray, before he nods.]
Sure. Why not?