[ She watches, as Mahalia unwinds the scarf from her hair. After a moment she kneels down, gently touches the girl's wrist. ]
Here, let me.
[ Mahalia has done this by herself enough. Caprica takes the scarf from her hands and begins to wrap the dead cat in it, a little gingerly, but her hands are steady and careful. ]
There's a place over there— [ She turns a little, and if Mahalia follows her gaze, she'll see a patch of dirt underneath a nearby rosebush, a few feet off the side of the path. ]
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Here, let me.
[ Mahalia has done this by herself enough. Caprica takes the scarf from her hands and begins to wrap the dead cat in it, a little gingerly, but her hands are steady and careful. ]
There's a place over there— [ She turns a little, and if Mahalia follows her gaze, she'll see a patch of dirt underneath a nearby rosebush, a few feet off the side of the path. ]