[ Lambert's death grip on the basket turns out to be pretty unnecessary with the vines keeping it from crashing, but he won't release it until it's finally set down on solid ground and he can breathe easy. As it is, he rests crossed arms over the edge of the basket, eyes narrowed as he considers the fae.
... Whose attention seems entirely taken up by the less obviously human members of their party, clapping her hands together. ]
Oh, you're very pretty! [ She certainly seems to be waking up, as she glances between Julien and Gon -- though unsurprisingly, her eyes are drawn more to the more floral new arrival. ] ...but you aren't Fae, are you?
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... Whose attention seems entirely taken up by the less obviously human members of their party, clapping her hands together. ]
Oh, you're very pretty! [ She certainly seems to be waking up, as she glances between Julien and Gon -- though unsurprisingly, her eyes are drawn more to the more floral new arrival. ] ...but you aren't Fae, are you?