“Excuse me, I think we have not had anywhere near enough frivolity,” Nadia declares, beaming back at the woman and thanking her profusely. In the wake of her world formerly splintered down to pure survival, and with reading tastes so shamelessly, ridiculously frivolous, she welcomes this; Nadia drapes the scarf loosely around her neck as she pulls on the bracelet as well. For the first time in a while, she’s feeling the weight of accessories, a piece of clothing more than purely pragmatic and beyond the rosary nestled against her collarbone.
“Where did you even get these?” she asks in interest, warmed with gratitude and admiring the handiwork that went into the bracelet, obviously not store-bought.
Throughout the afternoon, her gaze has kept slipping over to the corner of the crowd, double-checking that Antón and Marina are still there and are still present in her life. It’s a nervous tic that she’ll hopefully lose in time, though one that Bunny and Nate would understand.
But right now, Bunny has all of Nadia’s attention.