"Apple girl", came sudden comparison to Rosita's mind. The delicate pink color of her cheeks was just like petals... and when she was embarrassed - like the fruits of that apple tree, under which they were now.
"You saved me..."
"You're welcome." Rosita hesitated a second, then grinned. "You say that as if you did not expect me to try to protect you."
Tara said nothing, only looked at her companion sideways: whether cautiously, or embarrassed, it was difficult to understand.
"Oh, hermosa," Rosita shook her head.

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