it isn’t much. it’s everything to her. she’s practically dragging him into the woods — her favorite woods in fact, the woods she refuses to share with outsider’s eyes. and thalia is proud to present them. she’s so engulfed in the sight that she nearly misses his words.
this. this is what she likes hearing from his lips. this is the smile — even if its flitting — that she’s been working so arduously for. and thalia is thankful she persevered. moments like these keep her afloat. pain seemed to be endless. people’s suffering never ceased ; the moment one was healed, another was injured. it was exhausting, being the one to patch their wounds. it was like building a fortress, but every time a new wall was built, another was knocked down. it exhausts every element of her being: her powers, her optimism, her enthusiasm.
but moments like these rejuvenate her powers, optimism, and enthusiasm. to shine a light on the good in the world was a blessing, and to show a pessimist the good was an even bigger feat in her book.
thalia steadily holds his gaze and she’s unable to hold the triumphant smile back. slender fingers find his, intertwining them ever so delicately. “ well, someone’s gotta do it. ”
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