They weren't much. It wasn't much. Not much, maybe - but plenty, all the same. Still plenty to be grateful for.

"Use 'em well, eh," Aubrey murmured, as every sibling got their turn at a hug. She was a good kid, wasn't she? And she'd stayed good, he knew, even without their parents around anymore to guide her. Aubrey and the rest of them: they'd look out for her well enough. It was his turn now, and he smiled as his sister's arms folded about him, and he gave her a brotherly bear-squeeze around her middle. "Hey, happy Christmas, Henry."

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