Queenie blinked, then looked down. She fidgeted for a second, then crossed her arms, trying, and failing, not to look ashamed. She wasn't supposed to have soft spots. Not for animals, not for tragic pasts, and especially not for children.
That last one had been tested.
She swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Sorry," she signed.
She turned away and went back to sitting on the floor in silence. She couldn't stand the quiet, usually, but now she preferred it. If she could take Nich's amnesia, have it wipe her mind clean, she would.
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