Her cheeks tinged pink as she graciously took his hand to stand, blue eyes flickering up to him as she smiled; outside of a couple bumps and bruises, maybe a scratch or two that would fade in a day, it looked like they had come out generally unharmed. Zinnia pulled her hand back and brushed a loose strand that fell into her eyes from out of her face. “I’m okay, thank you. Are you alright?” Zin turned back toward where they’d come from, breathing a sigh of relief when she found the goose hadn’t chased them through it, although he was either too big or too stupid to do that.

Zinnia giggled, albeit maybe a bit weary. “Well, I hope he’s gone soon.” She tilted her head toward one path. “Come, let me show you back to the entrance.” And maybe a couple pit stops, to show him some of her favorite animals that wouldn’t try to bite him.

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