[ Her reaction is complicated. She clearly wants to say if I am, I'll handle it - and she does believe that. But that's only one layer of the truth. Part of it is that the chances she's had here make up for thing that could hurt her. And part of it is that she knows that back home, there would have been pain anyway. She doesn't have any options. There are no ways forward that don't hurt, because what she wants isn't something the world is prepared to give.
At least here she doesn't have to pretend, and that's what she settles on, in her mind-answer. She doesn't have to pretend, and that is of immense value to her.
She brushes her hair back from his forehead. We'll be okay, she thinks, and she says, out loud: ]
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At least here she doesn't have to pretend, and that's what she settles on, in her mind-answer. She doesn't have to pretend, and that is of immense value to her.
She brushes her hair back from his forehead. We'll be okay, she thinks, and she says, out loud: ]
You need a haircut.
[ Getting a little shaggy there, Charles. ]