She laughed, and her voice reverberated through me like a spell I hadn’t properly destroyed.
“I would rather like to see one of these buttercups.”
“Oh, well, I’m sure we can find some. It’s a big garden, and they are very tenacious.”
My training in etiquette kicked in, and even though I was shaking under the heavy armor, I offered her my arm.
She accepted, and I couldn’t believe how small and soft her fingers were on the hard metal.