[Her eyes dart around, and she takes a step forward. Her boots squelch in the mud, and she nods. There's something distracted in her body language and tone.]
We are, yes.
[She inhales sharply, savoring the scent of wet earth, the solid confirmation that she's not trapped within her memories again.]
. . . well. That certainly wouldn't have been the memories I wished you to see, but here we are.
no subject
We are, yes.
[She inhales sharply, savoring the scent of wet earth, the solid confirmation that she's not trapped within her memories again.]
. . . well. That certainly wouldn't have been the memories I wished you to see, but here we are.