[She saw something...red. Bits of red. But, from her angle, she couldn't fully make out what they were. Paint of juice or...something else.]
[What she could make out, based on their current conversation, was that...they might have had a point. About it being shy or simply unable to talk or tell them what was wrong. Which was why she slowly bent down and picked up her mask too, holding it to her chest with care.]
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[What she could make out, based on their current conversation, was that...they might have had a point. About it being shy or simply unable to talk or tell them what was wrong. Which was why she slowly bent down and picked up her mask too, holding it to her chest with care.]
I wish I knew how we could help.