The tall girl with neon pink hair stood towards the back of the group, cowering as if she was trying to look half her size. Surely she wasn’t scared of… me? She looked like she could sprain my wrist if she shook my hand hard enough.
Her voice was low and shaky. I gave her what I hoped was an encouraging smile, and she seemed to relax a little.
Well, she’s not too far off.
…Knitter? I didn’t think you needed the muscles of a weightlifter to make scarves and blankets… But those cute wristwarmers did look extremely well-made, now that she mentioned it.
Her face had lit up briefly, but it quickly fell again.
I had no idea if any of that was the right thing to say, but she did seem to calm down a little. She sniffled and rubbed her eyes on her wristwarmers.
She nodded weakly at the latter option as she backed away, probably trying to stifle an oncoming panic attack. Poor girl. If I could find her knitting needles somewhere, that would cheer her up, right?