"But..." She returns her gaze to Banagher, her eyes clear, and voice slow with a forming thought. "Maybe I don't... have to look right away. Maybe I don't have to change." She smiles, her grip on Raquel tightening just a little.
"It's a s-small feeling, but... I feel like I belong, just a little. That... might be enough, for now." She can feel her cheeks getting warm, and she's cursing herself for acting like a stereotypical heroine in a novel, but right now, she doesn't mind it so much. Maybe that's why it was common - it was something people wanted to feel, deep down.
In this moment, Winter didn't feel like she had to hide away. Someone - a few someones - acknowledged her. And for right now, that was enough. She felt... comfortable, almost. She felt alive.
Honestly, she felt a lot of things, some of which she didn't have names for (something else to look up, later). But one of the strongest is gratitude. "T-thank you, Banagher. I... owe you, and the others, a lot already, I think."
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"It's a s-small feeling, but... I feel like I belong, just a little. That... might be enough, for now." She can feel her cheeks getting warm, and she's cursing herself for acting like a stereotypical heroine in a novel, but right now, she doesn't mind it so much. Maybe that's why it was common - it was something people wanted to feel, deep down.
In this moment, Winter didn't feel like she had to hide away. Someone - a few someones - acknowledged her. And for right now, that was enough. She felt... comfortable, almost. She felt alive.
Honestly, she felt a lot of things, some of which she didn't have names for (something else to look up, later). But one of the strongest is gratitude. "T-thank you, Banagher. I... owe you, and the others, a lot already, I think."