[To be honest, she's been alone for so much of her time since she got back, and wasn't her older - more human and vulnerable self - that she's missed any sort of closeness at all. Having Neal there, having her be able to tell him things that she knows he wants to hear, it makes it seem like it's all going to be okay, because there are still people here who are fine with who she is.
Stepping in closer to him, her hand hesitates near his forearm, that slight gesture of being unsure, something she's had well-rehearsed for so many years that it's almost instinct for her to do it. Habit. Glancing up at him, she settles her hand on his arm, letting it slide up so that she can be even closer to him.]
Everything, Neal. The castle gave me back everything.
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Stepping in closer to him, her hand hesitates near his forearm, that slight gesture of being unsure, something she's had well-rehearsed for so many years that it's almost instinct for her to do it. Habit. Glancing up at him, she settles her hand on his arm, letting it slide up so that she can be even closer to him.]
Everything, Neal. The castle gave me back everything.