She curls her own legs up, tucking her arms to her chest.
"Is there anything I can..."
She lets it drift off, as she realizes it's a silly thing to ask. What can she possibly do to help him, to make it less stuffy in here? But by now, she can't un-ask it.
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She curls her own legs up, tucking her arms to her chest.
"Is there anything I can..."
She lets it drift off, as she realizes it's a silly thing to ask. What can she possibly do to help him, to make it less stuffy in here? But by now, she can't un-ask it.