[He follows, makes sure to rustle a little so Cassel can hear where he is. It suits him, shadowing. When they get to the garden, Aster flutters off briefly, hen returns to Cassel with a bit of fallen honeysuckle in her beak, which she deposits proudly.]
It gets easier.
[Quiet and plain. It doesn't really demand a response. But it's a true thing, that he can bear the burdens of his past easier now than he could two years ago, and a truth he needed to say.]
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It gets easier.
[Quiet and plain. It doesn't really demand a response. But it's a true thing, that he can bear the burdens of his past easier now than he could two years ago, and a truth he needed to say.]