[the offer nearly takes wanda out of it. most everyone in the commune see her as someone of some kind of authority, someone who knows the answers to problems and questions, someone who is more likely to offer comfort than to be one to need it.
it's so easy for her to fall into the role of being the carer, after having become a mother herself.
(when did she stop seeking the comfort in others in earnest? was it after pietro was killed?)]
Iā [it feels a smidge embarrassing, how tinny her voice becomes] āI'd like that.
[and it's with a similar sense of earnestness that she scoots closer, then lies down, resting her head on claire's lap. she feels a little awkward, folding her arms around her middle a bit tightly, letting her face gaze out towards the fields. she hadn't realized how lightheaded she was still feeling.]
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it's so easy for her to fall into the role of being the carer, after having become a mother herself.
(when did she stop seeking the comfort in others in earnest? was it after pietro was killed?)]
Iā [it feels a smidge embarrassing, how tinny her voice becomes] āI'd like that.
[and it's with a similar sense of earnestness that she scoots closer, then lies down, resting her head on claire's lap. she feels a little awkward, folding her arms around her middle a bit tightly, letting her face gaze out towards the fields. she hadn't realized how lightheaded she was still feeling.]