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something was sparkling inside teya, something characteristic of how it might feel to walk outside during the very first snow of the season. and she was struggling with it, because the sensation was a betrayal. not only to reyes, but to herself, to her vision of how things had panned out, and how they might have.
was it regret?
her mind clicked now to ibis, to the woman dancing under the moonsilver, to how she had looked in death. bridget had been the one to bring her home. had she known? had she known about —
her heart thudded wildly. teya forced herself to focus on what bridget was saying, but found her attention captured by the other's voice, and how much she had missed it.
her thoughts went to reyes now, softening with rosegold love around how adoring he was toward sorana, and how genuine he had always been with her despite all that had gone on. she knew he did not only love their daughter: he felt for her too.
teya realized with a start that she loved both of them, these two.
"you never stop being medic, no matter where you are. always healing." her own tones broke a little.