God felt Carrie's need for physical touch, and smiled as she sat down and embraced the girl. After a lifetime of neglect and abuse, Carrie needed love and affection in addition to the schooling she was receiving. Curling Carrie into her arms, she rested her chin on the girl's head and ran a hand lovingly down her hair.
"I know you haven't met me in person yet, so you don't recognize me. I'm God, sweetheart. And I'm here to just have a chat with you, or not. It's your decision. We can just sit here and enjoy this nice day, or you can tell me how you like Taunton."
Settling back on the bench, the girl tucked safely into her arms, God breathed in the clean scent of Carrie's hair, content to just be close to someone who really needed her. "By the way, Jane Eyre only recovered from her trauma so quickly because it was by far less than what you've been through. You're doing just fine, my dear. In time, you'll make a full recovery."