[ Still cradling the little insect in the palm of her hand carefully, she looks at him. She has large, dark eyes -- a family trait, dark as the dirt of their Hill -- an eerie expression of contemplation before she tips her treasure into the open lip of the jar. Her fragile thing now safely preserved. She's quick to take the jar and its lid and screw it down, still eying the man with an unhidden suspicion.
She tucks the thing protectively under her arm.
She finally deems it worth the effort to incline her head and mouth: thank you. ]
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She tucks the thing protectively under her arm.
She finally deems it worth the effort to incline her head and mouth: thank you. ]