Another nod, another breath. It really does almost feel wrong, to be reassured by someone else feeling like this, but it doesn't make it less true.
"...do you think—" she chews at her cheek a little, "do you think maybe I could come to help out again, sometimes? Even before the flowers bloom. If that'd be— if that'd be helpful."
Whatever job she ends up taking, she's pretty sure it won't be farm work, not full time. But it might be good, to be able to throw herself into something physical and help someone out occasionally.
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Another nod, another breath. It really does almost feel wrong, to be reassured by someone else feeling like this, but it doesn't make it less true.
"...do you think—" she chews at her cheek a little, "do you think maybe I could come to help out again, sometimes? Even before the flowers bloom. If that'd be— if that'd be helpful."
Whatever job she ends up taking, she's pretty sure it won't be farm work, not full time. But it might be good, to be able to throw herself into something physical and help someone out occasionally.