There's a small affirmative noise, and Helena's quiet again, breathing steadily. It's a good thing that they laughed earlier, that her spirits are buffeted instead of sinking down as they might. It keeps her listening, instead of trying to shut things off.
Finally, she speaks again.
"I...do want a peaceful life. At least, as much as is allowed."
One where she can tell people it's her birthday, and not think she's being selfish. One where a trip to enjoy the snow can be just that. A life where she can laugh until she aches and simply smile afterwards. A life where she can write.
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Date: 2023-02-01 07:14 am (UTC)Finally, she speaks again.
"I...do want a peaceful life. At least, as much as is allowed."
One where she can tell people it's her birthday, and not think she's being selfish. One where a trip to enjoy the snow can be just that. A life where she can laugh until she aches and simply smile afterwards. A life where she can write.