[The first bit of flute finally reveals itself. (Perhaps the tree gave it up out of sheer terror.) He tosses aside the pickaxe and steps back to allow Isabela to dig it the rest of the way up.]
[He pauses as he sees her face, realizing how he must have looked.]
Ah. Apologies, my dear. It's been quite stressful recently.
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[He pauses as he sees her face, realizing how he must have looked.]
Ah. Apologies, my dear. It's been quite stressful recently.