[Definitely not scary; in fact, Ranka is the complete opposite and somehow, for some reason, Sheryl feels oddly at ease with her. With other people, there is some effort to gain the ragged girl's trust... but not this person. Why is that? She can think that it's because she's young, but--]
I believe you...
[Her small words are soft, almost hushed in a way, shyness reigning over as she casts her gaze down to her hands fidgeting on her lap. For a moment, she looks up at Ranka with a slight grimace. Truthfully she'd rather be elsewhere but outside, and her shoulders shiver noticeably from the cold.]
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I believe you...
[Her small words are soft, almost hushed in a way, shyness reigning over as she casts her gaze down to her hands fidgeting on her lap. For a moment, she looks up at Ranka with a slight grimace. Truthfully she'd rather be elsewhere but outside, and her shoulders shiver noticeably from the cold.]