OOM-but-not, Milliways Infirmary

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[ After this.Kim's hair is pretty unmistakable. Meg can, therefore, spot her sister from the doorway, and is about to go over to her table, when Kim gets up and heads for the infirmary

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She jumps, and whirls around. Kim's clutching her copy of the Canadian Medical Association Journal so tightly to her that her fingers are white from their pressure against the pages.

It's been a very long time, if ever, since Meg will have seen her look quite so lost.

"Meg."

A beat, and she strives for a reassuring smile; it's a poor effort that's over almost before it starts, as clear gray eyes well with tears.

"I..."

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She looks woefully lost. She looks woeful in general, but Meg has seen her sad before. Lost is almost utterly foreign.

And in the abstract, that would be something Meg would find terrifying.

But in the here and now, well, that's not going to be even a little bit helpful for either of them.

A second, and then Meg crosses the space between them, takes the journal out of Kim's hands, and hugs her.

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Her arms go around Meg in turn with almost frantic tightness-- just for a moment, no more than that.

"How light is the grasp of which you are capable?" Kim can hear the Wolflord's cool tones in memory, and even as she curses him for being right again, she loosens her grip... but doesn't let go.

Her shoulders heave as she tries to keep from breaking down entirely.

"Oh, Meg, I'm so glad you're here--"

Kim gasps in a short, hitched series of breaths, biting back the flood of tears that threatens to ensue.

"-- so, so glad."

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In the abstract, this is starting to cross into really terrifying.

But then, Meg has never had much use for hypotheticals.

Meg nods. "Yeah, I'm here," she says, calm and steady.

"I'm here."