[Natsuhi was still staying back, her hands awkwardly clutching at the tree. Like that would make a difference against a storm that'd picked small cars up.
But if it was the weather, why wasn't her skirts being caught in it? It all seemed focused on the girl. So after another second of hesitation, Natsuhi stepped out, moving closer.
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[Natsuhi was still staying back, her hands awkwardly clutching at the tree. Like that would make a difference against a storm that'd picked small cars up.
But if it was the weather, why wasn't her skirts being caught in it? It all seemed focused on the girl. So after another second of hesitation, Natsuhi stepped out, moving closer.
But she wasn't sure if she could do anything.]
Are you alright?
[Tragically, she had no answers.]