[Still she watches. Absolutely intent -- as though any move might betray Connie, show that Connie means less than the truth.]
[Slowly as a blooming flower, the tension seeps from her shoulders. She's still not relaxed, but she breathes, eyes slipping closed briefly. They've made a pact here, and she'll hold Connie to it.]
Yes.
[It's not complete ease. Words, after all, aren't guarantees.]
[But it's a place to begin. Walls can be built on a foundation.]
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[Slowly as a blooming flower, the tension seeps from her shoulders. She's still not relaxed, but she breathes, eyes slipping closed briefly. They've made a pact here, and she'll hold Connie to it.]
Yes.
[It's not complete ease. Words, after all, aren't guarantees.]
[But it's a place to begin. Walls can be built on a foundation.]