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"Sometimes, there really is no difference in want and need," he tells her, happy just to hold her against him. "I am glad that it is over, though. The flooding."

She nodded, closing her eyes and sighing. Something just eased, being able to sit like this.

"Me too. I was..." She shook her head and nestled up to him. "I don't know."

He leans back against the wall and keeps her in his lap, holding her there. "You were what?" he wonders.

She was quiet, closing her eyes. She didn't mind being on Sym's lap. It was comfortable. Safe.

"Happy." Her voice was soft. "Those lives were happy."

"Are you happy?" he wonders. "Here?"

"I have moments, here. It's been...hard though, since my boyfriend was removed from the Barge." She bit her lip. "It feels like I've mourned him once and now I'm doing it again."

He squeezes her gently. "Did you mourn him?"

She nodded. "I knew he was out there. And then...I knew when he died."

She felt some tears spill over, but her voice was steady. "And then I came here, and he was here and alive and...he's still alive. But not...here."

"I don't know much about grief," he admits softly. "But I know about loss. And I know that you are hurting. It is - hard to outlive everything you hold dear."

She nodded, and pressed her face against Sym.

"He's alive now, but I- can't handle the grief of leaving him, if I could find him again. I keep...losing people, alive and dead."

Her voice creaked. "It must be so hard for you too. I'm so sorry you have that Sym."

"It isn't hard for me," he assures her. "Human emotions are relatively new to me. The loss I felt was a gentle one. It always hurt when a species would go extinct. Sometimes it needed to happen, but I felt the loss. Vertumna did. Every time."

She nodded, and took in a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm down. She felt like she had done way too much crying the last few months.

"I would too, in your place." She tried to rally herself. "I know sometimes it's needed but sometimes...it still hurts, when they go."

She moved to press her forehead against Sym's cheek.

He closes his eyes and cups the back of her head gently. "It does. Have I ever told you about my two friends? The humans from Earth?"

"No, you haven't." She gave him a gentle squeeze, looping her arms and offering a gentle squeeze. "Would you like to tell the story? Does it hurt?"

"Oh no. They haven't died yet but - " He shakes his head. "I have learned so much from them. Their names are Sol and Dys. Dys and I have been friends for many years, since he was still a juvenile. He used to sneak out of their enclosure and wander the land and I decided to try and keep him safe. He wanted to know more about the world, wanted to live amongst it instead of trying to make it bend to his will."

"But you're not with them." Her voice was soft, and she ended up pressing her lips against his cheek. And she murmured, "I like Dys. He liked the land too."

"Me, too. I like him very much," he agrees. "But there was an anger in him. An anger towards the other humans he lived with. Sol was his only friend, but - he kept them at a distance, too."

"Mmm." She made th rest her head on Sym's shoulder. "That's too bad. Just- all the anger. Did you ever find out why?"

"The same reason we were angry with them only...he had the added misery of feeling like he was going against his own people." He gently strokes her hair, toying with the ends. "He and I had that in common."

"Mm. That...I tried to ignore what my mothers peoples duties to the planet. I guess the three of us had it in common."

A beat and- "if you want to take out my braid, I don't mind. Just not the ribbon on the top please."

He smiles and happily obliges, taking his time as he does. "Ah, of course. Is there a significance to it?" he wonders. Not because he's avoiding the other topic but because he wants her to feel comfortable.

"I have my warden item in the ribbon, and it's something from my mom." She explained. "I don't want to lose it."

"I see. Well, I won't touch it."

He still combs his fingers through her hair, marveling at it, at the length. "Most humans keep theirs short. Does it serve a purpose? Do you braid it to attract a mate?"

He is mostly teasing.

"Thank you." She closed her eyes, smiling as she felt the gentle tug on her hair. It was nice. Soothing.

"A mate? No, no." She giggled quietly. "I just...kept it long. I've always grown it out."

He starts plaiting smaller braids from the ribbon and down her back.

"It suits you. You dress in such bright colors."

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