She met Morrigan's eyes. It was good for Mor to love her. Dru had the sense that she needed it, that someone else had to pour something in to her in order for her to be buoyed up. Was that wrong? It wasn't the ideal of independence that she had built up for herself. Her grand notion of how she would be after her father was no longer holding her down. She was stronger now, but at a cost; she was crumpled in Morrigan's arms at the moment.

Dru's mouth flickered towards a smile, tired but appreciative. "I think I can walk again."

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