( ranka can feel a tug on her own heart, seeing this ragged little girl who's never had a friend before. sheryl nome, the woman she's looked up to so much for so long, admired so much, who gave her the wings to take flight herself, was once this little girl - and the thought makes her own eyes burn. she doesn't even know if sheryl would want to now, but she opens her arms for a hug anyway, crouching down so she's more easily within reach. )
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That's great!