[ She's starting to sound a little concerned. The mist's thick enough that she has to squint to try and pick out his shape among the branches, which makes her stomach do an uneasy flip. ]
Can you see me at all, through all this mist? Or–
[ And then whatever she has to say about that gets derailed into a little yelp of pain. Which surely isn't concerning to hear in this big, spooky forest. ]
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[ She's starting to sound a little concerned. The mist's thick enough that she has to squint to try and pick out his shape among the branches, which makes her stomach do an uneasy flip. ]
Can you see me at all, through all this mist? Or–
[ And then whatever she has to say about that gets derailed into a little yelp of pain. Which surely isn't concerning to hear in this big, spooky forest. ]