[Miyabi blinks, and her first emotion is uncertainty, and even unease. She gathers together her paints and parchment and puts them away, under a tree root. It was probably a terrible thing to do, especially since she was afraid Luke might accidentally knock over, break, or ruin her work or instruments. It wouldn't be so bad, honestly, but having him care so little, definitely, would have her seeing red...and she didn't want to get mad at him now.
But wait. How did Luke know she was here? Did someone tell him? Did he...remember suddenly? She's not sure, though hopeful and somewhat scared, but the tone of her voice is easy to read - she's nervous more than anything else.]
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But wait. How did Luke know she was here? Did someone tell him? Did he...remember suddenly? She's not sure, though hopeful and somewhat scared, but the tone of her voice is easy to read - she's nervous more than anything else.]
Y-Yes? I'm up here...