[ Parents are a touchy subject with anyone around here. Natalie understands that. The shift in expression isn't lost on her; it's something she does more often than not, swimming in worries and memories.
She lowers the bird from in front of her face and purses her lips in concern, softening her voice. The first instinct is the ask if he's alright, but she knows full well that this isn't the right question for the moment. ]
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She lowers the bird from in front of her face and purses her lips in concern, softening her voice. The first instinct is the ask if he's alright, but she knows full well that this isn't the right question for the moment. ]
Can I see this fly?