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A flower falls even though we love it;
Weed grows even though we do not love it.


 

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[ Hanna isn't ailing or suffering from fatigue, unlike the people she commonly tries to help, but there's still some benefit in returning to a calmer state of mind.

Consciously and gradually, she slows her own heartbeat to the pace of one deep in slumber, the fingers placed on the other woman's wrist sending the signal (is it chemical or is it closer to magic?) for Hanna to follow suit. The exercise isn't foolproof even for someone of her own kind so she can't guarantee that it would work for Hanna, but that won't stop her from trying.

Her humming dissipates into silence without a clear end and when she opens her eyes and smiles, it's as if the tune still lingers in the air, just waiting to be recalled. ]

How do you feel?