[ A no, then, she gathers from his expression; either he doesn't recognize her or isn't of a mind to acknowledge as much. The former seems more likely, so Naminé schools her own features into something more placid. It's probably better not to worry too obviously, especially when he doesn't see her as a friend. ]
I didn't mean to intrude, [ she offers by way of an olive branch, hands clasped together near her middle and voice contrite, ] ... but... it seemed like you could use some help.
[ True though that is, when her weight shifts forward again, she never quite makes good on taking another step, eyes darting briefly in the direction of the street before she elects to keep to her cover. That doesn't deter her from turning her gaze back to him, though, mouth in a reserved, thoughtful purse.
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I didn't mean to intrude, [ she offers by way of an olive branch, hands clasped together near her middle and voice contrite, ] ... but... it seemed like you could use some help.
[ True though that is, when her weight shifts forward again, she never quite makes good on taking another step, eyes darting briefly in the direction of the street before she elects to keep to her cover. That doesn't deter her from turning her gaze back to him, though, mouth in a reserved, thoughtful purse.
A beat, and then - gently, ]
Couldn't you?
[ Use some help, that is. ]