The nurturing part of her wants nothing more than to reach out and pull the young woman into a hug, to feed her something hearty and wrap her in a handknitted sweater, but she remembers enough of Annabeth and Nico and even this new boy--though not so much of a boy anymore, and neither is Percy, and it still makes her chest hurt to look at him and realize how much she's missed--to know that pushing people to open up usually makes them shut down even more.
As much as she wants to, she forces herself not to react any more than blinking away the slight moisture in her eyes.]
They're beautiful. [She manages to bring some warmth to it, a hint of a smile to chase away the pang of sympathetic sorrow.] I couldn't say for sure, but I wouldn't think it'd be too different.
[A pause, then with just a shade of humor:] Then again, you are talking to the woman who can barely crochet a hat strap. Sometimes it's better if the process isn't too similar--it's harder to get confused.
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The nurturing part of her wants nothing more than to reach out and pull the young woman into a hug, to feed her something hearty and wrap her in a handknitted sweater, but she remembers enough of Annabeth and Nico and even this new boy--though not so much of a boy anymore, and neither is Percy, and it still makes her chest hurt to look at him and realize how much she's missed--to know that pushing people to open up usually makes them shut down even more.
As much as she wants to, she forces herself not to react any more than blinking away the slight moisture in her eyes.]
They're beautiful. [She manages to bring some warmth to it, a hint of a smile to chase away the pang of sympathetic sorrow.] I couldn't say for sure, but I wouldn't think it'd be too different.
[A pause, then with just a shade of humor:] Then again, you are talking to the woman who can barely crochet a hat strap. Sometimes it's better if the process isn't too similar--it's harder to get confused.