At least getting Bobbie off of her feet is a small win, and Clara breathes easier for it. She crouches down in front of her, one hand resting on her knee.
"You're welcome." The nicety feels out of place with the panic in her chest. "I'm sorry I don't know what else to do."
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"You're welcome." The nicety feels out of place with the panic in her chest. "I'm sorry I don't know what else to do."