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[nineteenfortyfive]

If I knew all this thick hair would be my problem, I'd have you thin it out before we left Boston.

[Claire's own teasing, even as she quickly fixes up Bree's hair. At least the curls haven't sprang out in full force... yet.]

We're going to need to purchase more pins and ribbons.

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I'll get a part-time job to help pay for everything.

[ She smiles and turns to face her parents. ]

Only joking. I have some idea at least of what I can and can't do.

[ Granted, she didn't realize 'going off alone' would be one of those things, but still. She's learning. But it's clear she's ready to go, to be somewhere outside of this room so she can see things as she rocks on her feet a little. ]

[backlashing]

[A joke, maybe, but Jamie makes a thoughtful noise.]

I imagine ye'll need something to keep occupied. Ye mother, too. [A glance to her.] Luckily, there's a always a need for a healer. A surgeon, now.

[And maybe Bree will be a surgeon's assistant.]

[nineteenfortyfive]

One step at a time.

[A warning to the both of them. No ideas, when she's hardly got an idea of what's coming tomorrow. But, with a gentle tug, she thinks she has Bree's hair in something resembling a bun that won't fall out when she moves her head.]

There. That should hold for now.

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[ Her hair holds, save for that one errant piece of hair that seems to perpetually come loose at every movement. But she does look at Claire and smile softly. ]

Thank you, mama.

[ It's as if she's ten again, patiently letting Claire braid her hair up into pigtails, and for a second she simply looks at her mother, silently acknowledging that they're on this journey together, that Bree made a choice and she's glad for it. She wasn't ready to lose this yet, what they were rebuilding. ]