[ It's not perfect. She still feels so...empty, so fraught. She still feels like she's going to start shivering at any moment, still closes her eyes and sees bounds of snow or Connor's dead body laid out.
But, this... This is nice. Peregrine feels like she can actually let herself enjoy it. ]
And it feels Like home, like home, like home. Together we'll get through this. Mm...
Like home, like home, like home. Maybe we can do this. Mm...
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But, this... This is nice. Peregrine feels like she can actually let herself enjoy it. ]
And it feels
Like home, like home, like home.
Together we'll get through this.
Mm...
Like home, like home, like home.
Maybe we can do this.
Mm...