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[justblueribbon]

So, Martha is outside again, sitting in a tree (she convinced herself to climb), her notebook in her lap, making quick sketches of little things she's seen. She isn't very good at it, but at least it's something to do, to take her mind of things

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[giveme_yourhand]

Moritz decides he needs fresh air, to try and clear his head. To think and try to find some sort of logic in what he's been feeling lately. He walks with his head down, hands in his pockets -- but if someone calls his name, he'll answer.

[justblueribbon]

And so Martha does. "Moritz!" she finds herself calling out, louder than she normally would. Her blush deepens a little and she adds, "Hello!"

[giveme_yourhand]

He looks up, a little startled, and smiles nervously at Martha. "Hello, Martha. How -- how are you? Are you settling in alright?"

[justblueribbon]

"Yes! I'm feeling quite lovely," she says shyly, smiling down at him, "I like this place. And yourself?"