Hesitantly, steps are taken towards the stranger who had complained about the sun. Of course, it was her obligation to help him as much as she could and when close enough, a single digit is pressed to the stranger’s arm, hoping to grab his attention whilst the other hand reached in her satchel to retrieve her parasol.
—— It was the least she could do
Bright eyes stare at the maiden who had suddenly held a sort of help above him. Two hours later it will be evening, but some assistance is better than none. What a very strange woman, offering cover to an absolute strangers, especially one as intimidating as he. “–…Thank you.”
