[He will find her easily enough! Probably. Yoshizawa is at the bridge, leaning over it to stare at the water. Her glasses are tucked against her shirt as she idly rubs at one of her eyes, puffy and red rimmed.
She will look up when she hears the cloppity clop of that horse dad bod.]
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She will look up when she hears the cloppity clop of that horse dad bod.]
... Archer-san. [Sniffling a bit.] I'm sorry.