( Collette seems startled. It's startlement that turns to wonder, twisting around to look at this unfamiliar place. She doesn't answer the little girl, not sure she's been addressed, not sure what's going on past the acceptance that it's happening.
The pain and fear has shed itself in favor of this new strangeness. A sky that isn't a sky; grass that feels a little different than she remembers.
None of it hurts. Nothing, currently, hurts.
She flops back with a sigh. )
What is sad?
( She asks, maybe of the little girl, maybe of herself. Maybe of everything. )
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The pain and fear has shed itself in favor of this new strangeness. A sky that isn't a sky; grass that feels a little different than she remembers.
None of it hurts. Nothing, currently, hurts.
She flops back with a sigh. )
What is sad?
( She asks, maybe of the little girl, maybe of herself. Maybe of everything. )