( Her eyes threaten to burn, and she yanks on her fury again to center herself. It is familiar to her now, a comfort almost. Endless and potent where it simmers. She is tired of fickle magic and secrets and grief. She was so close to getting her answers, and was once again denied.
With an exhale, she moves over to Allison. )
I survived it, and worse. So have you.
( The flowers of the island are different to the flowers of Palermo. But she has gathered some alongside berries and mushrooms. She lifts one of them up now, a jasmine, to tuck it under Allison's ear, and smiles back at her at last. ) We'll survive this all, as well. Yes?
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With an exhale, she moves over to Allison. )
I survived it, and worse. So have you.
( The flowers of the island are different to the flowers of Palermo. But she has gathered some alongside berries and mushrooms. She lifts one of them up now, a jasmine, to tuck it under Allison's ear, and smiles back at her at last. ) We'll survive this all, as well. Yes?