[She smiles at him blankly for a few moments too long. A beat, two, and then slowly her gaze shifts from the crane to his face, and back again.
... What?]
... Huh?
You... made it for me?
[... Is he sure? Isn't it some sort of mistake? Why would anyone give anything to her, without knowing who she is, or what her role is, or anything. He has no reason to give her anything, and yet... there's a delicately folded bird in his palm, being offered ever-so-gently to her.]
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... What?]
... Huh?
You... made it for me?
[... Is he sure? Isn't it some sort of mistake? Why would anyone give anything to her, without knowing who she is, or what her role is, or anything. He has no reason to give her anything, and yet... there's a delicately folded bird in his palm, being offered ever-so-gently to her.]