[He looks puzzled by River's suggestion, but he's not going to argue with her whimsical logic. There's no harm in trying it.]
I'll grab the doll. They can get mad at me.
[He squeezes her hand as a sort of good luck charm before detaching from her and, without preamble, plucking the saw-dust stuffed doll from the center of the circle. He makes sure to curl his fingers over the glass-bead eyes. Immediately, the children's distant, dreamy expressions crumple in agitation.
Give her back! demands one of the girls, stamping her foot. What will you do to her? asks a boy, his tone sharp with accusation. Wilhelm holds his empty hand up in a placating gesture.]
Nothing, I promise. She's just...going home. You guys can come with her.
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I'll grab the doll. They can get mad at me.
[He squeezes her hand as a sort of good luck charm before detaching from her and, without preamble, plucking the saw-dust stuffed doll from the center of the circle. He makes sure to curl his fingers over the glass-bead eyes. Immediately, the children's distant, dreamy expressions crumple in agitation.
Give her back! demands one of the girls, stamping her foot. What will you do to her? asks a boy, his tone sharp with accusation. Wilhelm holds his empty hand up in a placating gesture.]
Nothing, I promise. She's just...going home. You guys can come with her.