[ Not just the flowers, oddly enough. Qrow, too, stills, a puzzled look on his face as he blinks down at the little girl.
Watching her help the fallen flower move upright once more, he reaches out to pluck up each of the two remaining flower stems in one hand each, since they've also stopped flailing in the face of the peace emanating from the little girl. ]
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Watching her help the fallen flower move upright once more, he reaches out to pluck up each of the two remaining flower stems in one hand each, since they've also stopped flailing in the face of the peace emanating from the little girl. ]
Can you handle the last one?