[Hisami looks up from where she had been examining a bush whose leaves were rapidly changing color from a healthy green to a dry brown. Before she can control herself, she blurts out in a soft voice:]
It's not your fault, sir -
[Maybe it was hers, but her wide eyes are riveted instead on the thin wisps of smoke rising from the grass and the bark of the tree as they slowly begin to burn.]
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It's not your fault, sir -
[Maybe it was hers, but her wide eyes are riveted instead on the thin wisps of smoke rising from the grass and the bark of the tree as they slowly begin to burn.]
Oh no, they're burning now?