[Caitlyn takes the case and slips it onto her back before following Clara inside. A faint, awkward blush colours her cheeks at the compliment. Years of rifle training have made her strong, but people don't typically compliment her on it.
The blush only becomes more pronounced and more awkward as the thought that she's nowhere near as strong as Vi springs unbidden into her mind, along with a memory of Vi's arms, glistening with sweat in the winter sun as she chopped wood.]
I. Uhm. [What had Clara been talking about?
Oh. Right.]
I learned it from my dad, really. He gives excellent hugs. [She'd give just about anything for a hug from her dad right now.]
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[Caitlyn takes the case and slips it onto her back before following Clara inside. A faint, awkward blush colours her cheeks at the compliment. Years of rifle training have made her strong, but people don't typically compliment her on it.
The blush only becomes more pronounced and more awkward as the thought that she's nowhere near as strong as Vi springs unbidden into her mind, along with a memory of Vi's arms, glistening with sweat in the winter sun as she chopped wood.]
I. Uhm. [What had Clara been talking about?
Oh. Right.]
I learned it from my dad, really. He gives excellent hugs. [She'd give just about anything for a hug from her dad right now.]