-Gracia sits beneath a tree, hugging at herself, but not in a stressed way-
-Just happy stimming, fluttery, rubbing at her arms and then her hands and then her fingers, shaking them out-
-Good soft warmth, contented sigh as she lies back into the tree-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-I mean, hey, do whatever you want to in the middle of fricking winter-
-We only recognize the northern hemisphere around here-
-RE. GARD. LESS-
-It is a nice evening, slowly making its way into night, depending on where you are, really-
-But does something feel, off?-
-Not off, just....off-
[forum cryptid: it/it's]...
Caroline...?
-She stands up, a little wobbly, steadying herself with her false hand against the tree-
Solace?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
-She steps on deeper into the forest, hugging at herself in a decidedly different fashion to before-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She slows, then picks up the pace, curiosity taking her-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

(Link straps it to his wrist, causing it to spring to life and take on a new form...!
)
>("Right back at 'em!")