[The boy just holds still, watching to make sure that she's okay. For all of his normal, youthful clumsiness, his hands are careful. They've held something much more delicate than a butterfly before, after all.
He feels the movement when she starts to crawl around, and he smiles in response - it feels a little funny, but but not bad.]
It's okay, I've got you.
[He wants to ask her why she's here, but he hesitates. Maybe it would be easier if he just stuck to yes or no questions.]
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He feels the movement when she starts to crawl around, and he smiles in response - it feels a little funny, but but not bad.]
It's okay, I've got you.
[He wants to ask her why she's here, but he hesitates. Maybe it would be easier if he just stuck to yes or no questions.]
Are you looking for something?