[ He's about to thank her yet again, to reassure her it was no big deal, when his tongue stops dead in his mouth, because Alisaie is reaching out to take his hand. Reaching out to take his hand, and writing into it.
The felt tip of the marker tickles his palm, and he can do nothing but stare at her hand as it quickly scribbles, and then drops away, leaving a fresh set of digits behind. And for a moment, he's too nonplussed to comprehend at all.
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The felt tip of the marker tickles his palm, and he can do nothing but stare at her hand as it quickly scribbles, and then drops away, leaving a fresh set of digits behind. And for a moment, he's too nonplussed to comprehend at all.
It's for the camping. ]