Grune isn't very observant at the best of times. She drifts through life like a flower floating atop a stream, happy to be carried wherever the currents choose.
This isn't the best of times. But still, when she sees a small person on the edge of the gathering, that doesn't stop her from drawing near.
Poor baby. D: (Also apologies in advance--I've been having A Week and so I'm gonna be slow.)
This isn't the best of times. But still, when she sees a small person on the edge of the gathering, that doesn't stop her from drawing near.
"Hello, Asriel," she says softly.