[... A sewing project. One of his newer skills, she'll guess. Through the thought, however, she manages to nod and keep pace. She hardly looks toward any other direction except where Rosette is headed. In the corner of her eye, (or well, what most might consider to be the corner of their eye) she can see the faces of those they pass, what they're doing, their livelihoods. It dawns on her that perhaps one of them had seen Chrono recently, but to look may be too much. It's easier to focus on the task at hand than get lost in her surroundings.]
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