[She hops down, lands lightly on her feet, a hint of warmth to her expression that had been absent when he'd first approached her. She's still drawn taut, still has that edge where the things she need are just out of reach and it's infuriating. But it's not York's fault, and he seems to be a good guy as far as she can tell.
She takes his hand, shakes it easy in that gesture of acceptance. She hums thoughtfully at the compliment and the following question, like that question is more complex than it might be for most. Whatever had happened when she got pulled through the wormhole, she still looks vaguely twenty-something.]
Since I was five. So a few decades.
[She told Diya the truth, and York seems more trustworthy than someone that reminds her of her childhood in all the wrong ways.]
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She takes his hand, shakes it easy in that gesture of acceptance. She hums thoughtfully at the compliment and the following question, like that question is more complex than it might be for most. Whatever had happened when she got pulled through the wormhole, she still looks vaguely twenty-something.]
Since I was five. So a few decades.
[She told Diya the truth, and York seems more trustworthy than someone that reminds her of her childhood in all the wrong ways.]