Fang Hong held Little Gita and spun half a circle, then steadied himself and put her down, asking: "Are you okay?"
Gita blushed to her ears, one hand tightly clutching her magic guided book, quickly and uneasily smoothing out her somewhat messy hair, shaking her head. But Fang Hong noticed something odd about her, and couldn't help but ask again: "Really okay?"
"Re...really okay." Gita answered timidly, her head down, knowing that his actions didn't mean much, yet she couldn't help feeling nervous.
Fang Hong carefully looked at her, knowing she was reticent and wouldn't speak easily until a critical moment, much like Miss Tata, who was silent as gold—seeing her answer now put him slightly at ease. He guessed she was a bit nervous and reached into his coat pocket to pull out a clawing Fang Nini, placing her on Gita's head.
"There might be combat later, help me take care of Nini."
"Al...alright."
