(It does sting, but only for a moment. Lucretia has never pretended to want to stay here, to make an ersatz life for herself; Beverly hasn't either. She rests a splayed hand on Beverly's back, rubbing in a slow circle.
Home. It's a foreign concept for her. It's been a very long time since Lucretia has been able to call anywhere home. Sometimes she wonders if she ever will.)
We should go ask, about the portal. Ask if there's anything we can do, if we can... (she sighs, and kisses Beverly's hair, resting her chin on top of her head.) I don't know. Speed up the process, or– work on an alternative.
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(It does sting, but only for a moment. Lucretia has never pretended to want to stay here, to make an ersatz life for herself; Beverly hasn't either. She rests a splayed hand on Beverly's back, rubbing in a slow circle.
Home. It's a foreign concept for her. It's been a very long time since Lucretia has been able to call anywhere home. Sometimes she wonders if she ever will.)
We should go ask, about the portal. Ask if there's anything we can do, if we can... (she sighs, and kisses Beverly's hair, resting her chin on top of her head.) I don't know. Speed up the process, or– work on an alternative.