[Sticking her own marshmallow over the fire, Heather looks over at him as he speaks-- and her smile softens.]
... Yeah.
I know the feeling.
[It's easy to take the sky for granted. It really is. She did, sometimes, before she fully remembered her previous life. ... But with the seven years spent staring at the cracked basement ceiling now sitting in her brain, unhidden by the layers of mental chains and Do Not Cross police-tape she'd previously had them wrapped up in... yeah. There's not a single day that goes by that she doesn't appreciate the sky.]
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... Yeah.
I know the feeling.
[It's easy to take the sky for granted. It really is. She did, sometimes, before she fully remembered her previous life. ... But with the seven years spent staring at the cracked basement ceiling now sitting in her brain, unhidden by the layers of mental chains and Do Not Cross police-tape she'd previously had them wrapped up in... yeah. There's not a single day that goes by that she doesn't appreciate the sky.]