[She hesitates for a minute when he holds his hand out to her. She's afraid of hurting him, which is stupid, because even at this age he could probably throw her across the whole field. But there's something about that young, fresh face that looked up at her that had her worrying she'd taint his memory by being too much a part of it.
But they had to get out of here. Or, she did. So she carefully reached down and took his hand, gripping it lightly.]
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But they had to get out of here. Or, she did. So she carefully reached down and took his hand, gripping it lightly.]
Okay.