[They're of a mind there. She can feel the words wanting to be said, pushing up against her throat, but all she can manage is a thick, choking sort of sound that's half-sob and half-laugh.]
[Eventually, when it's clear the words aren't going to come, she moves in closer and puts her hand out instead, forgetting her claws for a moment.]
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[Eventually, when it's clear the words aren't going to come, she moves in closer and puts her hand out instead, forgetting her claws for a moment.]