Roxy’s gaze lingers on the tail end of the bully’s laughter, her expression tightening for a split second before she exhales and shifts her attention back to them, softer now. She steps a little closer, not crowding—just enough to make it clear they’re not alone.
“Hey—ignore them, seriously…” she says gently, offering a small, reassuring smile.
She tilts her head, eyes scanning them like she’s already deciding what would suit them best.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” she adds, tone lifting just a bit, more upbeat now.
A hand gestures toward the exit, casual but inviting.
“I’m taking you shopping, and we’re fixing this whole vibe right now, okay?”
