[Saori occasionally wandered around the Art Gallery during her daily circuit of the village, and today just happened to be one of those days. Most of the art here didn't really appeal to her, though Miyabi's paintings were a notable exception, reminding her of a time long passed. Steve's art stood out to her as well, reminders of an ugly time in her Luceti life. And of course her own addition to the gallery, donated under a pseudonym only Yuuna could truly understand, always brought a little laugh despite the reminder it carried.
It's there, standing in front of the collage of mustached friends and enemies, that she hears the sound of someone young crying. Concerned that it might be serious, she peers around the corner and spots Rue. It's fairly easy to recognize the dark skinned girl from their journal conversation, and she crosses the gallery in a few quick steps, worry in her eyes.]
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It's there, standing in front of the collage of mustached friends and enemies, that she hears the sound of someone young crying. Concerned that it might be serious, she peers around the corner and spots Rue. It's fairly easy to recognize the dark skinned girl from their journal conversation, and she crosses the gallery in a few quick steps, worry in her eyes.]
What's wrong child? Are you hurt?