A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help Something of the tension between them eases, relaxing as the gifts are exchanges and promises of friendship renewed. Carefully she raises the string of charms up again, reaching under her messy braid to clasp it around her neck. Then her hands return to Isuma, a shy, happy smile on her slightly flushed face. It feels good to be still for a moment. To pretend they're not just disaster artists flailing and grasping at straws. "Ah... you can come visit me whenever. I'm not going anywhere any time soon." A little wry, return to more serious issues; her fingers curl in Isuma's fur. "Or maybe next time I can come and see you? At the Atheneum or... or take you up on that dinner?" a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine