Rahne was the youngest of the flock, so, unlike her peers, she lacked the particular talent for masking emotions— her apprehension and fear were omnipresent.
"Good."
Her voice lulled as it went on.
"That's... that's good." https://t.co/4Sq4Eww6Nf
Concern etched his expression. Amongst all of them, Rahne was having one of the toughest times in the hospital.
“Good. I'm good, too.” Sam attempted to reassure her with a smile. https://t.co/InUxeYZAjE
The youth's gaze was drawn toward Sam as he spoke— her smile was soft, but her tone was softer still.
"I think so, yeah."
An accent laced her words; subtle, yes, but present without fail.
"Are you?" https://t.co/vizk2x4vvb