“Yeah…” Vesta says quietly, her gaze lowered. “Friends should matter to us…”

She smooths her skirts absently, drawing in a slow breath.

“I feel a little better. Not a lot. But… it’s something.” She gives a small shake of her head. “I suppose that’s better than nothing.”

There’s a faint, tired curve to her mouth.

“I don’t think there’s anything else.” A brief pause. “Thank you for listening, Storm.”

She hesitates, then adds softly, “Sorry to disturb you with my antics.”

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