[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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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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