[Sheila sits at her kitchen table, a cup of coffee and her day's sewing beside her. She's bought furniture with her earnings, and the table seems ancient but well-suited to the kitchen within her apartment in the Towers. It speaks of her ability to settle; Siren's Port is home now, as oddly screwed up as it is, and she's decided that she might do
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Did ye know him?
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Oh!
And now she recognizes him.]
I do thank thee for thy solicitousness. Tis still odd for me, to imagine a world without him.
[She had to do it before, but had always held hope, even when he'd rejected her in her own time.]
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I do thank thee for thy concern.
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You're welcome.
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Tis a wee comfort to me in this world. I may not call it strange or new, whence it has turned more familiar.
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