"You've got a leaf on your head, you know."
She's got secondhand embarrassment from the sight of it, but bites the urge to yank it from the other's hair. Not her monkey, not her circus, not her sister.
Not her problem, but here she is, sticking her nose in the middle of it all anyways! What a girl she is, a contradictory little pink thing adorned in a comfortable winter dress. Her fingers gesture to the spot, mirroring the other's little mishap without much afterthought.
She can't help it. What else is she supposed to do? This is a child. Maybe a little younger than Raiha. God, this sucks.
"I'll get it. Hold still, kid."