[ She says nothing for a moment, and deems her work done.
She has an idea, then. ]
Thank you. I'm sure that she did. I still love her dearly. [ Standing with her back straight and a smile on her face, Zelda doesn't seem to mourn her mother; in truth, she keeps herself together as much as possible in these moments. A sign of weakness could make it all come down. ]
Do you have a preference for anything? [ Idly, she holds the roll of blue fabric up against him; it's brighter than his usual, but she wants him to feel part of something. ]
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She has an idea, then. ]
Thank you. I'm sure that she did. I still love her dearly. [ Standing with her back straight and a smile on her face, Zelda doesn't seem to mourn her mother; in truth, she keeps herself together as much as possible in these moments. A sign of weakness could make it all come down. ]
Do you have a preference for anything? [ Idly, she holds the roll of blue fabric up against him; it's brighter than his usual, but she wants him to feel part of something. ]
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[ no thoughts, head empty. was this really the time to be saying something like this? no. ]