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When they had returned, Elle had forced her way through the first door she could, if only to, for a moment, get away from Bennet.

Instead, she'd ended up at the Bar. For the first time, she's not entirely sure she wants to be here.

So she'd retreated through the back door, out toward the grounds, making her way to the lawn near the lake. Though it had been the middle of the night in her world, it's very early morning here, sunlight just beginning to brighten the eastern sky. Elle really only pays attention to the extent that she can see well enough to find a spot reasonably apart from the water, where she sits down in the grass, her knees pulled up to her chest.

She's not sparking, but she is, very slightly, shaking.

The stuffed dog sits in the grass a few inches away from her. It had still been in her hand when she walked through the door.

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"Okay," X says, very seriously.

It is like a promise.

She brings one hand down to brace herself against the ground, the back of it resting very lightly against Elle's shoulder.

That is like a promise, too.

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Carefully, Elle lifts her hand, and moves it back over her shoulder, to touch X's hand.

Sparks snap up on her other hand, but they don't move beyond this.



"Thank you."

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X twists her own hand a little, gripping Elle's hand carefully.

It is easier than trying to say any of the things for which X does not have the words.

And 'you're welcome' has no place here.