[So there were lots of kind people here? Well, Sae isn’t going to complain about that one. She looks at the offered arm, hesitates a moment, and then takes it again before turning her head up to quietly examine him once more.
She reaches out and boldly touches at the ends of his hair, tilting her head.] What a pretty color. [It reminded her of Itsuki, hair turned Snow White from his trauma, and inexplicably she feels sad again, but she pushes it from her mind.]
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She reaches out and boldly touches at the ends of his hair, tilting her head.] What a pretty color. [It reminded her of Itsuki, hair turned Snow White from his trauma, and inexplicably she feels sad again, but she pushes it from her mind.]
Where are you from...?