[ As he says it, she bows her head in thanks. A formal acknowledgement that comes almost as second hand. This is natural to her, this is all of her. Delicate, almost, that doesn't match the scars in her mind or body. That as he speaks, she goes about arranging the material in her hands, beginning to straight it out to fold it. ]
Gets better? Like a wound or a missing limb? [ One genuinely heals, the other you learn to live with, and her laughter is just that, sharp the same. ]
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Gets better? Like a wound or a missing limb? [ One genuinely heals, the other you learn to live with, and her laughter is just that, sharp the same. ]