Thanks. [She cuts the feed, and takes a moment to gain a bit more composure before heading to the greenhouse. When she arrives, the tear tracks are gone. Her hair is pulled back into a low, neat ponytail.
She doesn't smile, as she steps inside, but her shoulders relax. Her defences are completely lowered, and she lets herself feel relieved.
The pain is still there, but it isn't overwhelming.]
Zane? [It's a gentle call, as she steps through the flowers, resonating with desperate gratitude.]
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She doesn't smile, as she steps inside, but her shoulders relax. Her defences are completely lowered, and she lets herself feel relieved.
The pain is still there, but it isn't overwhelming.]
Zane? [It's a gentle call, as she steps through the flowers, resonating with desperate gratitude.]