[She watches their progress and mimics the way they move their blooms on her own halfway finished crown, trying to keep them identical. As much as she can, in any case.]
It does something nice.
[They can't tell?
Expressing what she wants them to feel is difficult, held back by her simple vocabulary and a desire to shorten the process by holding their hand and share the feeling itself. The action itself gives her an idea though. Sometimes that can hold the same power as words and emotions. Maybe she can show them in that way.
She sets her crown on the ground beside her and lifts her hands up, holding them out between them.]
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It does something nice.
[They can't tell?
Expressing what she wants them to feel is difficult, held back by her simple vocabulary and a desire to shorten the process by holding their hand and share the feeling itself. The action itself gives her an idea though. Sometimes that can hold the same power as words and emotions. Maybe she can show them in that way.
She sets her crown on the ground beside her and lifts her hands up, holding them out between them.]
Can I see your crown?