[Her ears fall back on her head. She's been distracted by being Outside, and by the smells and sights, if not by the graveyard itself. Such things are outside her ken.
But this, this reigns her in.]
Ping, I'm sorry to ask. Can I... look at your feet?
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[Her ears fall back on her head. She's been distracted by being Outside, and by the smells and sights, if not by the graveyard itself. Such things are outside her ken.
But this, this reigns her in.]
Ping, I'm sorry to ask. Can I... look at your feet?
[Will they match the size of the footprints?