[This promptly, because whatever it is in her that has brightened, it calls to its like in him. And in him, who has seen what she's describing without taking much notice of it specifically, that brightness comes in the play of shadow and light, the definition of the warmth in the world by the darkness hemming it in.
He's shifted to sitting cross legged in the chair, and now he leans his elbows on his butterflied knees, his book closed over his finger and forgotten where he's left it in his lap.]
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[This promptly, because whatever it is in her that has brightened, it calls to its like in him. And in him, who has seen what she's describing without taking much notice of it specifically, that brightness comes in the play of shadow and light, the definition of the warmth in the world by the darkness hemming it in.
He's shifted to sitting cross legged in the chair, and now he leans his elbows on his butterflied knees, his book closed over his finger and forgotten where he's left it in his lap.]
Has something reminded you of this tradition?