[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.]
[ 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. ]
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givingback) wrote2018-01-06 09:51 am
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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.]
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[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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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. ]