[She opens her mouth to insist that she's fine. She can manage for a little longer until she finds her house. But, as if on cue, the wind picks up and Ib shivers.
He might have a good point.]
Maybe.
[He seems nice. Ib has learned from hard experience that sometimes people that seem nice really aren't. But something about him feels... safe. She offers a small, hopeful smile.]
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He might have a good point.]
Maybe.
[He seems nice. Ib has learned from hard experience that sometimes people that seem nice really aren't. But something about him feels... safe. She offers a small, hopeful smile.]
Can I come in? Just for a little while?