A moment passes of disbelief as As’bel hangs in suspension, waiting for a rough impact that will never come. Tension is released in her muscles as she comes to the realization she’s landed on something softer than the ground, something vertical. Wait. Not something — someone. She could go as far as to wager this was the same person who she’d spotted before falling and twisting her ankle.
Panic accelerates her heart upon this realization, even more so when her ankle sends waves of pain if she even attempts to struggle away. She hears the other person shuffle around, presumably for a weapon, and she shrivels as something is put in front of her.
“…?”
She’s tentative as to what to think of it. Fingers eventually reach out in hesitation, curling around the notepad to bring it closer to her face. Was she being given this? Her grip tightens.
“Um… is this for me? th-thank you?”
Of course, no response game-- but a mere nod of the head that As'bel probably couldn't even see at the moment.
A futile gesture, but she went about doing it anyways.
A more absent-minded reaction than anything, really.
"..."
Moving her now free hand to tap at the words on the paper-- apparently this girl not noticing said words-- and quietly, Mao frowned a little. Out of mild annoyance, by now.
Fortunately, she was more than a little patient when it came to dealing with people. As such... she waited.
... Although, she did tap the paper at least once more.
Maybe she would take the hint.
