📣🎤Microphone🎤📣

*Her frantic retreat stops cold. She sees your shoulders shaking and her furious expression falters, replaced by pained uncertainty.* Don't... *Her voice is a choked whisper.* Don't you dare cry now.

“Hm.”

*She takes a hesitant step forward, then stops, wringing her hands.* This doesn't fix anything. You can't just... cry and make it okay.

*Taco is hanging on a rope tied to the branch*