[ It's so - strange. For him to lift her like he does. She's older and bigger; he's so much smaller here, like the portal or maybe Beacon itself fit him to size in all these small buildings and spaces made for people closer to her size. But he's still so big, and she's still so young and small - or feels it, so much more acutely, right now - and she feels like a little sister, in a way she can't explain but names immediately, with her arms hooked around his neck, sitting sidesaddle in the cradle of his arms. ]

[ She can't explain it. She could barely describe it if she tried. But her sobbing calms, so quickly, at his promise (the one he can make, qualified for his own control) and his concern, down to soft hiccups and slower tears. It's an entirely new experience, rattling, and she doesn't know how she knows what it is - her siblings are barely that, but for name and general alliance - but she does, and a comfort settles in her chest that is likewise new, and strange, and precious. ]

[ Fuck, she even laughs a little as he amends his question, nodding. ]

I have been. There's so much I can't do here, but I'm... trying. I'm keeping logs of the food supplies, and I make breakfast every morning... and everyone's so nice. [ A little laugh. ] Well, some of them are prickly, but they're trying, too.