[North peaces out for a couple of hours after impaling a horse and subsequently getting crushed by him... But eventually, Emma will be able to find her in the boutique. In spite of how hectic the last 48 hours have been, North seems pretty relaxed as she picks a mini skirt from a rack, holding it up for inspection while debating whether to take it with her or not.
... She'll throw a glance Emma's way once she enters the room, but will promptly proceed to ignore her in favor of clothes shopping. Bye.]
[This week has resulted in most of her available clothes getting bloodstains or mud spread on them, so she's looking around idly. She might not have approached North for this on her own, but now that she sees her there...
It's not hard to notice the way she glances from the rack of clothes to her, as though hesitating. Once that hesitation ends, though:]
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week two, sunday.
... She'll throw a glance Emma's way once she enters the room, but will promptly proceed to ignore her in favor of clothes shopping. Bye.]
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It's not hard to notice the way she glances from the rack of clothes to her, as though hesitating. Once that hesitation ends, though:]
...Thank you.
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Looking back at her, like Emma's lost her goddamn mind.]
—Excuse me?
[Less affronted, more baffled. It's very obvious that a thank you was the last thing she expected to come out of Emma's mouth.]
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[She's very preoccupied by looking at these clothes, please excuse her.]
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[Oh my god.]
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... Of course I wouldn't have let her. Who in their right mind would? She's just a kid.
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