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        she sits on the edge of the counter, watching evie curiously from her perch, as she finishes a seam. her feet kick gently against the surface as she hums, occupying her body as her mind and attention is fastened tightly to the blue haired princess. it was amazing to watch her work, almost as fastening as nature was. that same sort of tenderness enveloped her as the outside does, but a different overwhelming space in her heart. " what's that one gonna' be like? i like the purple, it's really pretty! "

        " harry? " she reaches for his hand, gentle fingers curling around harry's own to touch at his attention, gentle as she can be. it's just the two of them, just them in this quiet, quiet room. it's harder to be quiet inside, when there's no rustle of wind and grass and the chirp of birds. but they can't open the window, lest they let the cold spill in, freeze them over and turn them sharp and jagged. she feels colder already, the tips of her fingers finding warmth in his skin, which worries her. no one likes to touch something so cold, and she's already so unpleasant, with winter hollowing her out and weighing her down. but harry's visits keep fixing her, allowing cracks of light through the windows and doors. the fairy girl presses closer to him, up against his side and under his outstretched arm. " this winter feels like it'll never end. "

        " oh, i love bees! i wish i was a bee! oh, um ... like ... i think a daisy! they have really soft middles! if it was, like, cold, then maybe a tulip cause the petals are like curtains! but i like seeing the outside too much when i sleep for it to be like that all the time! sleeping outside is, like, the bestest ever! "

        the feeling of river at her door is enough to wake her, sweeping her off of her feet to the door, nearly carrying her there. for once, she doesn't chime in about how the door is always open, because the opening of the door feels like a gift in itself, a surprise. and there he is, bathed in light and his smile. she hugs him, even with the picnic basket rendering him somewhat unable to hug back, her arms just as tight and her smile just as bright. when she's back on her feet, she's still smiling, of course, brimming with the excitement of it. " really? just for me? oh, thank you! i love you so much! i'm so excited! let's go, right now! come on, let me peek, let me peek! " bouncing on her toes after him, still chattering on, she loops her arm into his. " if you wanna' give me a piggy back ride, you can! but i like walking! i don't mind! i just wanna' get there! oh, i can't wait! "

        allie clutches the rocks to her chest, her heart, just as the shape suggests, bouncing on her toes as she does so, looking up at him. " thank you, thank you! they're- they're all so nice and lovely and i can- i can feel them! i can feel where they've been, and- and i can feel where you've been! " it feels like a little piece of adventure- his adventures -wrapped up with a sweet little bow, or a jar of glass. it's squished between the two of them in an impulsive hug, her arms thrown around him as she presses up to the tips of her toes. " i love you so much, thank you, harry! "