[Karin had been hesitant about joining in at first, having been attracted to the sentiment behind the wreath-making, but wondering, just for a few moments, if it would do her more harm than good to dwell on certain memories and the people therein. In the end, she decides to participate, and her worries ease as she takes on the delicate work of weaving flowers and beads and branches together. Though she had started with one particular person in mind, memories of several others come to her unbidden as she works, and in doing so she almost tunes out the chatter and various goings-on around her— only to be interrupted by Styx banging into the table and knocking some loose supplies to the floor.]
Oh— Styx!
[She's quick to abandon her work and get down on one knee to help him gather up what's been dropped, shaking her head.]
No, don't worry about it, accidents happen. Here, let me—
[His fumbling for words and the second collision with the table draw her attention to his face, and she frowns curiously at him, concerned.]
Hey... are you okay? Did you hurt yourself that badly?
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Oh— Styx!
[She's quick to abandon her work and get down on one knee to help him gather up what's been dropped, shaking her head.]
No, don't worry about it, accidents happen. Here, let me—
[His fumbling for words and the second collision with the table draw her attention to his face, and she frowns curiously at him, concerned.]
Hey... are you okay? Did you hurt yourself that badly?