[She considers this. It seems almost too much of a statement to believe. Then again, Elena often seems like too much to believe lately. Too good, too kind for someone like her.]
Brighter, [she offers.] More.
[Like Elena herself, who Abigail never expected to see again.]
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Brighter, [she offers.] More.
[Like Elena herself, who Abigail never expected to see again.]
[Her smile widens and softens all at once.]