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[_purple_crayon]

Outside room ten there are two figures.
One's a tall black headed one, and there's the shorter three year old, who for once, is not hiding. Of course, the important thing is the being there.
Hopefully this talk will go better than the other ones.

Snow, taking a last look at Harold, knocks on the door.

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[fairest1]

Snow offers a small smile.

"It's good to see you again, Virginia. You, too, Hunter."

One hand is firmly on Harold's shoulder so he can't run off.

[_purple_crayon]

...Snow really knows Harold too well.

He looks a little shifty.

[fairest1]

Snow steps in, guiding Harold along.

"How is Hunter, by the way? I remember this age isn't always the easiest. . ."

Just making small talk until Harold feels like speaking up. She's doing her best.

[_purple_crayon]

Harold twiddles with his fingers. They are suddenly quite fascinating.

There is a slight nudge forward although he's not sure if it's from Snow or Snowball. Of course that's not really important. What's important is that he's closer and that somehow in the startle of being nudged he looked up at Virginia.

(They came back, Harold.
Never forget that they came back..)

"No hurt now?"

[_purple_crayon]

"'now very dood.
Take dood tare me and 'tect me and
(She didn't have to. She has her own family.)
No haf to. But do.

'now bery dood."

[fairest1]

Snow has taken a seat, and smiles at Harold.

"And Harold's been a very good boy. Despite the occasional snag, he's been fairly easy to look after."

[_purple_crayon]

(They want you)
"Hunter call me pack-brother."

[_purple_crayon]

"Fam'ly?"

[_purple_crayon]

He steps a little bit closer and reaches a finger toward Hunter.