[Oh, ew. That's very different. The teasing drops to something closest to disgust.
Then Ami walks over to Whitlea with brisk steps and, without a word - and with an expression that still suggests she'd rather plug her nose - holds Whitlea's hair to keep it out of the way as she vomits.]
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Then Ami walks over to Whitlea with brisk steps and, without a word - and with an expression that still suggests she'd rather plug her nose - holds Whitlea's hair to keep it out of the way as she vomits.]