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Birchwoodmom 
Deep in thought as she wrote, Emmalyn didn't notice the girl moving closer to her booth. Only the thump followed by a bang and crash tore her eyes away from her journal. "Oh goodness, are you alright?" Emmalyn asked as she fumbled her way out of the booth, careful to not step on the fallen girl. She reached out her hand to help the girl up off the, most likely sticky, floor. "Please, let me give you a hand."
She wished she would have taken the tissues from her mom earlier that morning. The same pack that her mother always insisted she carry in her bag, just in case.
With trepidation, Elliott moved her arms and placed her hands firmly on the ground underneath her. Taking a deep breath for encouragement, she began to raise herself from the ground. Noticing the writers' hand, she placed one of hers into the girl's and pushed herself up more.
"I think I'm okay, thank you" she replied once she was upright. Perhaps not on two feet, but at least she wasn't a bundled up mess on the ground. She brushed herself down and looked at the girl, her eyes damp but thankfully not wet. Though her crying was most certainly noticeable.
"Thank you for you help" She steadied herself and stood up properly before checking herself over. Or rather, what she could see of herself to check.