[ It hurts, a bit, but... well. She could hardly expect that if he turned up here, he'd be as lucky as she was to be free of the memory fog her father had inflicted on him.
(She'd hoped, but she had tried not to expect. It still makes her heart break.)
His eyes move past her, and she folds herself up, dropping into what will hopefully be a more familiar form. She moves the rest of the way towards him, calling up. ]
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(She'd hoped, but she had tried not to expect. It still makes her heart break.)
His eyes move past her, and she folds herself up, dropping into what will hopefully be a more familiar form. She moves the rest of the way towards him, calling up. ]
Beetle! Down here!