[The smile, small as it is, delights her, sending a flicker of warmth washing through her. If it's there, that smile . . . it's a reminder that he is too.]
[And suddenly she's smiling back -- just faintly, tentatively, but there like a slow-blooming flower.]
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[And suddenly she's smiling back -- just faintly, tentatively, but there like a slow-blooming flower.]
Luna. You can call me Luna.