... Aww, and here I was gonna go picking fights with buildings every time I needed a hug.
[Not even inner agony can fully extinguish Heather's wit. She even laughs a little bit, though it's a tired, wheezy sound-- which turns into a cough, which turns into a long, deep breath to drive the ache of the crying from her lungs. At least she's not shaking anymore.]
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[Not even inner agony can fully extinguish Heather's wit. She even laughs a little bit, though it's a tired, wheezy sound-- which turns into a cough, which turns into a long, deep breath to drive the ache of the crying from her lungs. At least she's not shaking anymore.]