[Crona...somewhat ungracefully, maintains footing. Though, as soon as the realization hits that an adult has been embroiled in a full-on collision after the attempt to flee, Crona promptly presses against the nearest wall. Crona takes a slumped, defeated sort of posture, hands fiddling out in front, and keeps that gaze locked FIRMLY on the floor.]
I'm s...sorry. [The child seems to be trembling, as well.]
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I'm s...sorry. [The child seems to be trembling, as well.]