[ Aki's hand is rubbing over his back, shifting closer, the sand making him wrinkle his nose. He aches, for various reasons, but he doesn't know what else he can do.
He doesn't know how to fix this. To make it better. ]
Let's go back. We can make something. Go to the shrine.
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[ Aki's hand is rubbing over his back, shifting closer, the sand making him wrinkle his nose. He aches, for various reasons, but he doesn't know what else he can do.
He doesn't know how to fix this. To make it better. ]
Let's go back. We can make something. Go to the shrine.