The touch made her smile and she leaned up to brush dry, chapped lips to
Runa's forehead.
"I feel it too," She lied easily. She could still remember having Hope. It
was an easy lie. She slipped her hand into Runa's and squeezed it gently.
"A bear pelt, then. That should be no great trouble. And even if we cannot
find Hope among them - we will do her proud."
It was a refrain she often told herself, when the weight was lesser than it
sometimes was. When the grief was not so strong. It was hard to despair,
when Runa looked at her like that.
(Even if Runa was ever more cautious than Nadja had the heart to be.)
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The touch made her smile and she leaned up to brush dry, chapped lips to Runa's forehead.
"I feel it too," She lied easily. She could still remember having Hope. It was an easy lie. She slipped her hand into Runa's and squeezed it gently. "A bear pelt, then. That should be no great trouble. And even if we cannot find Hope among them - we will do her proud."
It was a refrain she often told herself, when the weight was lesser than it sometimes was. When the grief was not so strong. It was hard to despair, when Runa looked at her like that.
(Even if Runa was ever more cautious than Nadja had the heart to be.)