Joyce is never one to avoid a hug, especially not from one of the few people she actually trusts in the world. She's shaking a little as she hugs back, closing her eyes tightly and drawing in a slow, shaky breath.
"...how did you know?" She knows that Sam can do...things, is like something out of a fairy tale, but in a good way, not like the monsters that seem to follow her family everywhere. But she can't imagine how Sam would somehow know things were so wrong, from way up north.
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Date: 2019-08-06 02:38 am (UTC)"...how did you know?" She knows that Sam can do...things, is like something out of a fairy tale, but in a good way, not like the monsters that seem to follow her family everywhere. But she can't imagine how Sam would somehow know things were so wrong, from way up north.