[OOC: OMG HORRENDOUSLY LATE TAG IS LATE. I AM SO SORRY VIKI! T_T I totally meant to tag this earlier.]
This place certainly had it's drawbacks, ones Prue hated dealing with. The constant comings and goings of her family members being the most trying of them. But she'd learned to deal with it, to keep the majority of her feelings locked inside, much like she'd always done back home. She was the oldest, the one that had to step up and take care of Piper and Phoebe after their mother died. The one that had to grow up far too fast. Prue was always having to be strong even when she felt the exact opposite, it was something that carried over, and was perhaps magnified in a way, thanks to this place. But she was also quite the paradox because she really loved it here. Here, she had a freedom and happiness she'd never really found at home. She had Damien, someone she'd thought she'd never meet.
As she held Phoebe, Prue's outer strength was belied by returning Phoebe's tight hug. She closed her eyes, trying hard to keep herself from crying. She missed Piper, and she hated being separated from her family like this. But being here meant she was alive, and she didn't want to get taken back home just to die. "I know, sweetie. I hate it too, sometimes," she replied, gently rubbing Phoebe's back.
Prue returned the half-hearted smile. "She's right, things always turn out to be okay somehow. Besides, who knows, maybe Piper will come back soon. It's happened before." If she had a nickel for every time she'd thought that, she'd be on her way to being rich. "At least we have each other, Mel and Ladybug. We've still got family, and that's what's important." Things would work out, and Prue definitely savored every moment she had in this place with her family. She was meeting nieces she'd only ever meet as a ghost back home, and learning that even after her death, her family would be okay. Piper and Phoebe would get the families they always longed for and dreamt of as children. Prue still hated how she'd turned out too much like their mother, but what could she do? Fighting fate never did any good.