It's going to be hard, to ask questions without words. They waver on the branch, not keen on that answer. 'Me' wasn't a type of bug after all, did she not know what she was? ... Not so alien a concept to them, really.
Hurt though. They weren't sure if they liked the idea of that being obvious. Their hand pulled back, to rest upon their chest, balance still perfect on the branch despite their unwieldy size.
Yes.
Their attention shifted back, the head cocked. Apparently, they weren't sure why anyone would be concerned.
That's the thing; Belle doesn't know she's alien to anything. In fact, the concept of alien? Was beyond comprehension at present. Maybe fantastical? Maybe a faerie? Maybe a fantasy?
Still, she looks...concerned. She asked if they were hurt, mostly on her account. She was worried that she'd stepped on them, or hurt them in some way, but...
"Can...Can I help you? Will you be alright? Goodness, I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to."
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Hurt though. They weren't sure if they liked the idea of that being obvious. Their hand pulled back, to rest upon their chest, balance still perfect on the branch despite their unwieldy size.
Yes.
Their attention shifted back, the head cocked. Apparently, they weren't sure why anyone would be concerned.
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Still, she looks...concerned. She asked if they were hurt, mostly on her account. She was worried that she'd stepped on them, or hurt them in some way, but...
"Can...Can I help you? Will you be alright? Goodness, I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to."