[ botan has just finished hiking herself up along the edges of the ice, obviously completely soaked, but looking otherwise okay. there is a strained smile on her lips (tinged blue thanks to the little swim), still attempting propriety even at this stage. ]
It s-seems that way. [ she straightens, needlessly smoothing down the front of her clothing even though it already sticks to her. a moment to compose herself, in which she stops shivering from sheer force of will alone. ]
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It s-seems that way. [ she straightens, needlessly smoothing down the front of her clothing even though it already sticks to her. a moment to compose herself, in which she stops shivering from sheer force of will alone. ]
Good evening, Ashiya-dono.