[The woman who raised her, anyway. And maybe it was years ago, a childhood memory of the elderly woman tapping her leg, laughing and holding her hands out to cup her hoof for filing... but it's warm. Makes her hearts tighten a bit in homesickness for the village she might never see again...
But she doesn't say that. Instead, she smiles, releasing him... but not totally, still holding him by the arms.]
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[The woman who raised her, anyway. And maybe it was years ago, a childhood memory of the elderly woman tapping her leg, laughing and holding her hands out to cup her hoof for filing... but it's warm. Makes her hearts tighten a bit in homesickness for the village she might never see again...
But she doesn't say that. Instead, she smiles, releasing him... but not totally, still holding him by the arms.]
... Come on, Simon. Let me show you around.