[It seemed that these visions of their worlds would not allow for such a simple thing as difference in species or anachronistic presences to disturb what should naturally exist and occur within them. This world, Hayame's world, was one of jinba and humans... and so, every one within it must be jinba or human. They simply must be.
And Hayame... does not care that he looks strange or that he cannot walk well. (Though maybe she should care a little bit more about that.) She cares more that... the children around him are playing happily, some napping in little piles, some wandered off to chores or more fun. Even if they are not real... When she had been here, she had not appreciated these sights. So few days had been spent warming to them after a long winter, and then... She had been gone. They had been gone. So,]
Still, I give them.
[She would not have them refused. She stands, towering above him, for a long, long moment, as if she did not plan to offer him help or draw attention to his struggles in case it might hurt his pride...
But eventually, she holds out her hand. If he wanted it. Or needed it.]
so so sorry for the delaaaay
And Hayame... does not care that he looks strange or that he cannot walk well. (Though maybe she should care a little bit more about that.) She cares more that... the children around him are playing happily, some napping in little piles, some wandered off to chores or more fun. Even if they are not real... When she had been here, she had not appreciated these sights. So few days had been spent warming to them after a long winter, and then... She had been gone. They had been gone. So,]
Still, I give them.
[She would not have them refused. She stands, towering above him, for a long, long moment, as if she did not plan to offer him help or draw attention to his struggles in case it might hurt his pride...
But eventually, she holds out her hand. If he wanted it. Or needed it.]