[ She will free herself of this poor weepy lad when he's free of dirt...... For now he has to wallow in his misery as Lottie wallows in, well, the dirt surrounding him. It becomes easier to at least sift through it once he stops moving — she questions it for all of a second, chalking it up to nerves and the pure panic and confusion at waking up buried underground.
(And also, just maybe she was a bit more distracted by how pretty his arm is.. If it sparkles, her attention will go anywhere glitter does.)
Lottie works in silence after that, putting in some elbow grease and sifting through the softest patches first. In fact, she manages to get him to a point where he can successfully turtle wiggle himself out with some work. ]
I know you said you were fine.. [ She starts after some time, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand (she sure does smear some dirt there, still). ] But like, are you really fine? Or are you 'fine' fine?
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(And also, just maybe she was a bit more distracted by how pretty his arm is.. If it sparkles, her attention will go anywhere glitter does.)
Lottie works in silence after that, putting in some elbow grease and sifting through the softest patches first. In fact, she manages to get him to a point where he can successfully turtle wiggle himself out with some work. ]
I know you said you were fine.. [ She starts after some time, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand (she sure does smear some dirt there, still). ] But like, are you really fine? Or are you 'fine' fine?