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"it's not so bad," portia said gently to her friend as she noticed her reaction. it really wasn't. it was actually quite easy to disown a son that was so clearly detestable to dalia. 

"she's doing well," the fisa then said with a smile, "we haven't talked much about it-- she's been trying to forget it which... well, i suppose i understand. but, don't put yourself down, you've been through a lot, i'm just glad to see you so upbeat now, hun." with a little purr of a noise, portia leaned forward to nudge her friend's shoulder. "but sure, i'm sure she's organizing back in hougeda," she added, and slowly began to hoist herself up. "you'll have to wait on me though," she chirped with a little laugh, because of course... the leg wasn't the most conveient thing in terms of getting around.