[She has to briefly duck her head at the request, the contrast of the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and a widening smile too difficult to explain. Wordlessly, she slides her fingers into Daylight's hand, squeezing gently and trusting in the miracle of his construction to convey the gesture to him. When she looks up at him again, her eyes are dry, her smile steady.]
I hope that's answer enough. It's been some time for me as well. [After all, she'd barely had the raising of her son in his early years, and spent so much of it more or less confined as well. The nostalgia of the festival is as much for her early years as for her home of the past few decades, and the lost might-have-beens, destroyed by power and political maneuvering.]
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I hope that's answer enough. It's been some time for me as well. [After all, she'd barely had the raising of her son in his early years, and spent so much of it more or less confined as well. The nostalgia of the festival is as much for her early years as for her home of the past few decades, and the lost might-have-beens, destroyed by power and political maneuvering.]