[ Val huffs, and leans over to give G'raha's shoulder a light smack. That's what she thinks of that. She turns her attention to her bag and pulls out a single jar of what G'raha will recognize as one of her favorites: a fruit preserve that she just can't seem to get enough of some days.
She hands the bag off to Maeve, who takes it with a smile. Thank you, Val. I never would have asked for any of this.
Val shrugs one shoulder. ] I know. I wanted to share.
[ Maeve sets the bag down beside her and leans forward. It's so sad, she says, responding to G'raha's comment. So many things we shared that Valeria just can't remember anymore.
There's a small twitch at the corner of Val's mouth. Her memory -- or lack thereof -- is not her favorite subject but she supposes that it's bound to come up in these circumstances. ]
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She hands the bag off to Maeve, who takes it with a smile. Thank you, Val. I never would have asked for any of this.
Val shrugs one shoulder. ] I know. I wanted to share.
[ Maeve sets the bag down beside her and leans forward. It's so sad, she says, responding to G'raha's comment. So many things we shared that Valeria just can't remember anymore.
There's a small twitch at the corner of Val's mouth. Her memory -- or lack thereof -- is not her favorite subject but she supposes that it's bound to come up in these circumstances. ]