[ She pulls herself back up to her feet with his assistance. The moment that he asks her what she'd like for dinner, though, her response is immediate, and filled with no small measure of excitement. ]
Miso soup, please!
[ Punctuated by the many flowers in her hair - some woven into her braids for the wedding she'd just been at, and some newly sprouted from the dreamotion manifesting around her - doing a little bounce.
Now that she's up, Ori carefully deposits the omamori into a small pouch hanging at her hip before she takes a moment to look down at and straighten her dress out a little bit. ]
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Miso soup, please!
[ Punctuated by the many flowers in her hair - some woven into her braids for the wedding she'd just been at, and some newly sprouted from the dreamotion manifesting around her - doing a little bounce.
Now that she's up, Ori carefully deposits the omamori into a small pouch hanging at her hip before she takes a moment to look down at and straighten her dress out a little bit. ]
How do I look?