[ Maggie stares at the handkerchief for a while, like she's not sure what to make of it, much less do with it. Her eyes flick up to Aidan's and she breathes in and out, blinking every so often before she ducks her head, shoulders hunched as she takes it from his offered hand.
She doesn't wipe at her tears, just holds the square fabric between two sets of fingers and worries at the smooth texture.
When she finally speaks, the words are accompanied by a shrug, and her voice is so very small. ]
We always knew. [ She takes a breath. ] But it was different.
[ She smoothes out the handkerchief over one knee, remembering how her mother had asked them to both sit down on the leaf-strewn floor of earth in the middle of the forest. The way she'd been their mother one minute, a fox the next, padding over on four tiny feet and settling across her lap and Renae's.
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She doesn't wipe at her tears, just holds the square fabric between two sets of fingers and worries at the smooth texture.
When she finally speaks, the words are accompanied by a shrug, and her voice is so very small. ]
We always knew. [ She takes a breath. ] But it was different.
[ She smoothes out the handkerchief over one knee, remembering how her mother had asked them to both sit down on the leaf-strewn floor of earth in the middle of the forest. The way she'd been their mother one minute, a fox the next, padding over on four tiny feet and settling across her lap and Renae's.
Her face turns up to the Voidseeker again. ]
Do you think we will? Be like her, one day.