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I stared at Yuna for a few seconds.
Water was still dripping from her hair.
She had not changed out of her uniform yet.
A few drops fell onto the bathroom floor.
"...I have never taken a shower by myself."
I answered briefly.
"Now you will learn."
She looked at the shower.
Then looked back at me.
"...by myself?"
"Yes."
She appeared to be thinking hard.
Her hands were still gripping the edge of the towel.
"...what if the soap gets in my eyes?"
"Rinse them."
"...what if the water is too hot?"
"Turn it to the left."
"...what if it is too cold?"
"Turn it to the right."
She fell silent again.
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It seemed she was processing the information one piece at a time.
Then she spoke again,
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"What if I fall?"
"The floor is not slippery."
She looked down at the bathroom floor.
Then shuffled her foot slightly.
Testing it.
"...it is a little slippery."
"A little."
She stared at the shower again.
Then stared at me.
