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His cheeks blushed delicately when the girl politely thanked him for both the flower and his words. Nah, this was the least he could have done for the poor little girl. He had treated her unfairly, and she shouldn’t really have to thank him. He, on the other hand, should thank her. ”Thank you for not being angry at I, Cambia.” he shared, sincerely meaning the words he spoke. Now when all this was over and done with, he was not entirely sure what should and would happen next. The evening was slowly approaching with its dimming illumination, and the boy wondered if he wanted to get to know the little girl puppy a bit better. The boy was still uncertain and fragile of nature, though it was all work in progress. He would become something larger and better: the opposite of his father, basically.
”You are has a happy day?” the boy asked curiously, determined to chase the threatening silence away.