[ She's glad. She's glad she's like her father who loved her so much that Bree never doubted it. But knowing how she's like Jamie is intriguing to her, like playing a game of 'spot the differences in the pictures' but in reverse.
Yawning, she moves so that she's on one side of the bed and her mother has the other. Once they're settled, she blows out the candle on her nightstand and lays on her side, facing Claire. After a moment, though, she can't help whispering in the dark. ]
It's so quiet. With no glowing lights where small things are.
[ In the dark now, she sounds a little younger, a little more afraid of the decision she's made (though she doesn't regret it), and she's almost immediately pressing as close to Claire as she can. ]
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Yawning, she moves so that she's on one side of the bed and her mother has the other. Once they're settled, she blows out the candle on her nightstand and lays on her side, facing Claire. After a moment, though, she can't help whispering in the dark. ]
It's so quiet. With no glowing lights where small things are.
[ In the dark now, she sounds a little younger, a little more afraid of the decision she's made (though she doesn't regret it), and she's almost immediately pressing as close to Claire as she can. ]