[He was coming to see Ivy; this is usually his first stop, rather than her cabin, when he's of a mind to talk. But it's the sounds of crying that catches his attention before he finds her - and he's certain he'll never see Ivy cry. So he's hesitant, when he goes looking.
Pushing a branch gently aside, he spots her and hesitates, abruptly bewildered and uncertain. She's crying. Why is she crying? Walking away now would look terrible, though, so he reluctantly takes a step forward, then another, and slowly sits himself down beside her.]
Are you all right?
[He wants to make sure she's not hurt first, though he doubts it and his tone reflects it.]
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Pushing a branch gently aside, he spots her and hesitates, abruptly bewildered and uncertain. She's crying. Why is she crying? Walking away now would look terrible, though, so he reluctantly takes a step forward, then another, and slowly sits himself down beside her.]
Are you all right?
[He wants to make sure she's not hurt first, though he doubts it and his tone reflects it.]