[At the warmth in his voice, Abigail ducks her head and smiles. She moves a little closer to him, too, not enough to make him uncomfortable; it's just that she wants to feel the solid protectiveness of him close by, the attention of his posture, the attentiveness of his gaze. She missed him so much. It hurt.]
Constellations. [She says this with some wonder: it's an excellent idea, and she's never considered it. But his question confuses her, and she looks up at him for clarification.]
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Constellations. [She says this with some wonder: it's an excellent idea, and she's never considered it. But his question confuses her, and she looks up at him for clarification.]
The carving, you mean?