[ She feels a small twinge of... something like grief, remembering her year under the dome and her first months here. Maybe she was being mature, but looking back she can see how totally bereft she had been, so devoid of hope. It makes her so grateful for the friends she's met here, whatever else has happened.
Abruptly she steps forward to hug him, pushing his hands behind his back so they don't let go. It's not much of a hug, but it's the thought that counts. ]
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Unhappy people, I guess.
[ She feels a small twinge of... something like grief, remembering her year under the dome and her first months here. Maybe she was being mature, but looking back she can see how totally bereft she had been, so devoid of hope. It makes her so grateful for the friends she's met here, whatever else has happened.
Abruptly she steps forward to hug him, pushing his hands behind his back so they don't let go. It's not much of a hug, but it's the thought that counts. ]
Thanks. For reminding me how to be happy.