[The brief stumble concerns her again- what did she do to upset him now?- but then she sees him laugh and he tugs at her hand in amusement.
So he wasn't upset, he was just clumsy. And as ridiculous and easily pleased as ever. She actually gives a small but genuine smirk of amusement at that, though it's followed by an oddly alien pang, a sensation she can't quite place or identify- she's not even sure if it's good or bad, exactly.
She ignores the feeling, but the moment still distracting enough that she doesn't notice the way her backward step doesn't quite land as low as the last one. Or the step after it, which seems to carry them slightly up and off the ground.]
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So he wasn't upset, he was just clumsy. And as ridiculous and easily pleased as ever. She actually gives a small but genuine smirk of amusement at that, though it's followed by an oddly alien pang, a sensation she can't quite place or identify- she's not even sure if it's good or bad, exactly.
She ignores the feeling, but the moment still distracting enough that she doesn't notice the way her backward step doesn't quite land as low as the last one. Or the step after it, which seems to carry them slightly up and off the ground.]