April 23, 2020, 01:01 AM
He stops when Ira sits, frowning slightly as he watches her. His gaze drifts briefly toward the edge of the meadow at her mention, but returns to her quickly, concerned.
I can hunt for you, once we pick a place,He offers, taking a few uncertain steps closer to her. There isn't much he can do to help her, he thinks, but he ends up asking anyway.
Or... um, is there anything else you need?
Winterbourne's voice is low and raspy due to a throat injury during his childhood, and it can sometimes be difficult to understand him.
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