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Korin managed a small smile, grateful to Olivia for being so kind to him since the moment they'd met. He didn't think he would eat before morning, but it was very nice of her to ask.
On the way to the house, he kept hesitating, slowing down every time there was a new texture under his feet and making a little face when the dirt was less cushioning than the sand. Grass, when he encountered that as well, was a softer, cooler texture and just as distracting as the tougher ground. He'd only traveled a very short distance and already encountering new things. It was almost enough to let him forget that anything at all was wrong.
"Um. . ." Korin put a hand on the railing for the stairs, putting his foot on one with a more muted curiosity than usual and being careful not to tip himself over. "I think I can do it. This wood feels very different from driftwood. . ." It was just as smooth, but sturdier, he thought, until the moment he nearly toppled himself and ended up taking her hand after all. "Sorry! I'm okay. I- I thought I was getting better." Stairs were apparently more difficult than he'd imagined. Or maybe it was just him feeling off balance.
On the way to the house, he kept hesitating, slowing down every time there was a new texture under his feet and making a little face when the dirt was less cushioning than the sand. Grass, when he encountered that as well, was a softer, cooler texture and just as distracting as the tougher ground. He'd only traveled a very short distance and already encountering new things. It was almost enough to let him forget that anything at all was wrong.
"Um. . ." Korin put a hand on the railing for the stairs, putting his foot on one with a more muted curiosity than usual and being careful not to tip himself over. "I think I can do it. This wood feels very different from driftwood. . ." It was just as smooth, but sturdier, he thought, until the moment he nearly toppled himself and ended up taking her hand after all. "Sorry! I'm okay. I- I thought I was getting better." Stairs were apparently more difficult than he'd imagined. Or maybe it was just him feeling off balance.