Re: Upstairs, outside the open window: Hannah/Rey
She smiled and smiled, bright in the moonlight. "I can imagine Audrey squeeing. I think maybe she squees once every single day," she said, and she was glad to know Audrey had liked the gift. She imagined a world where Audrey received presents and presents, and where each present made the young girl feel more secure in her own worth. And in years and years, Audrey would know where her worth lived, and it would be really good.
She listened to the story of the cup, and she found it interesting. "It's so neat that you have a background like that, a story. My mom loved to tell stories, but they were about things in shadows and not about history or cups. Have you been here a long time? In America, and in Repose too, I guess." Hannah liked hearing stories, and this woman on the roof with her was a story, a book opened in moonlight and the words readable in the shine of the stars.