[ Mary's not so oblivious as people would think, but even so, that hesitation of his is so marked that it's impossible not to notice, leaving her to wonder if she's made another mistake without realizing it. Had she said something wrong? Or was being embarrassed the wrong thing entirely?
Her eyebrows draw together in clear conflict when he trails off, and she's almost afraid to-- no, she is afraid to ask, what he's forgotten about her. The first inclination is 'monster', but... no, he's accepted so much about her already. Then is it really about his offer? Because she's embarrassed?
Whatever the case, she knows he meant well, and the way she reacted... Mary shakes her head quickly and before Zara can say anything more, she's clutching the jacket closer and hurrying behind the closest combo of tree and bush. There's a whole lot of rustling and faint "ouch" noises, but soon enough, she's inching back out from behind her changing spot. The jacket's buttoned up and long enough to cover her decently, and she's holding her folded dress and jacket to her chest.
Of course, since the jacket doesn't fall to her ankles, it just means he'll be able to see the bigger, redder, occasionally bloody scrapes on her legs, since that's where she fell hardest, whoops. Maybe that's why she's been wobbly. ]
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Her eyebrows draw together in clear conflict when he trails off, and she's almost afraid to-- no, she is afraid to ask, what he's forgotten about her. The first inclination is 'monster', but... no, he's accepted so much about her already. Then is it really about his offer? Because she's embarrassed?
Whatever the case, she knows he meant well, and the way she reacted... Mary shakes her head quickly and before Zara can say anything more, she's clutching the jacket closer and hurrying behind the closest combo of tree and bush. There's a whole lot of rustling and faint "ouch" noises, but soon enough, she's inching back out from behind her changing spot. The jacket's buttoned up and long enough to cover her decently, and she's holding her folded dress and jacket to her chest.
Of course, since the jacket doesn't fall to her ankles, it just means he'll be able to see the bigger, redder, occasionally bloody scrapes on her legs, since that's where she fell hardest, whoops. Maybe that's why she's been wobbly. ]
... It feels a lot better.
[ So don't feel bad, bunmom? ]