[ To hear this from Rina. Rina who's so unsure, so shy. So quiet. Beneath the younger girl's hand, Peregrine's trembles lightly, and she leans her head forward to her knees, where she lets loose the tears she'd started holding back when Rina entered.
Her hand holds Rina's, though. It holds it tight, in lieu of a verbal thank you. ]
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Her hand holds Rina's, though. It holds it tight, in lieu of a verbal thank you. ]