[She misses Lua, making the offer, less acutely but no less deeply, misses helping brush her hair, before she cut it short. She doesn't think Abigail would agree if she didn't want to; that's not a lie. The rest is her own to keep. She smiles a little - not tentative, just small, an acknowledgement of the distance they still have to cross, glad of the careful steps.]
I've never...actually painted my nails before. But I can ask the admiral for stuff if you're willing to teach me.
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I've never...actually painted my nails before. But I can ask the admiral for stuff if you're willing to teach me.