bluebugcatcherâ:
âY-Yeah⌠for now, anywayâŚâ
Even Sig wasnât entirely sure of himself at this moment. But he knew at this moment that the bugs needed to be protected from the fierce wind⌠so he did his best to help them into the cages. That was the only thing he knew to do, so he wasnât sure how else to proceed from thereâŚ
â...â He stared at the resting insects, leaning back and just sitting there, as if expecting them to heal automatically. He chewed at his lip, nervously staring from the bugs to Sig himself. There were two things causing him anxiety, and it wasnât something that he wanted to share.
âAre you okay?â He asked,âThat storm... Bad, it was bad,âHe tried to not articulate as well as he would to bugs, but it was hard. Pretending was harder when under stress, apparently.














