"Hi, uhm, I- I'm sorry for running away last time. I didn't mean to! Just I... uh, I guess I was just a little nervous, I don't hate you or anything, though! I just couldn't think properly, and I'm sorryforthatandlwasafraidyou'dthinkl'mweirdlikeveryoneelsedoesand- Oh god, I'm rambling, aren't I..?" Bretta stopped abruptly in her extremely fast speech. "Uhm… I drew you… I hope you like it…
“I’m just going to shut up now…”
—Signed, @bretta-the-not-so-damsel
Nymm's eyes looked down at the beetle. His posture straightened. "Oh, it's okay!" He said. "Meeting new people can be a bit scary, can't it? I'm sorry I made you so nervous. I promise, I don't think anything bad about you, Bretta," Nymm promised.
He gave a gentle, encouraging smile. "You don't need to stop speaking," He said. "But if that would help you feel calmer, then feel free." Nymm then gently took hold of the drawing, and gazed at it.
"Wow," Nymm said, his smile widening. "What a flattering depiction. You did a wonderful job, Bretta."












