[Again, they must wonder...why. Why would she want to do such a thing? What benefit would that yield, for her? They are not contagious, they know, but they are not generally a creature that people wish to hold onto, and be near. Their memories, the phantom sting of flung stones and chittering outrage, is a solemn reminder of that.]
[But then...]
[But then, she has called them "pretty."] [But then, she has showed them how to weave flowers into chains.] [But then, she is extraordinary, in so many ways.]
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[Again, they must wonder...why. Why would she want to do such a thing? What benefit would that yield, for her? They are not contagious, they know, but they are not generally a creature that people wish to hold onto, and be near. Their memories, the phantom sting of flung stones and chittering outrage, is a solemn reminder of that.]
[But then...]
[But then, she has called them "pretty."]
[But then, she has showed them how to weave flowers into chains.]
[But then, she is extraordinary, in so many ways.]
[The Drifter nods, and holds out their hand.]
[Yes.]