[Almost on instinct, Firefly reaches out, like she was about to take Stelle's hand and lead her onward like she'd done a few times during their adventures around Golden Hour. But- she stops herself. She's not gonna cross any lines Stelle might be drawing around herself.
That smile doesn't fade though, nor does it lose any of its sincerity. Misstep or not, she's still happy.]
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[Almost on instinct, Firefly reaches out, like she was about to take Stelle's hand and lead her onward like she'd done a few times during their adventures around Golden Hour. But- she stops herself. She's not gonna cross any lines Stelle might be drawing around herself.
That smile doesn't fade though, nor does it lose any of its sincerity. Misstep or not, she's still happy.]