[It's warm. Cassandra is warm. Not the stifling sort of warm that presses in on all sides, like the horribly stuffy days in the middle of summer. It's more like... the warmth of a fire. Or the feeling Elsa gets when she drinks a mug of hot chocolate fast enough that it doesn't cool. It's... similar, but different from the way Anna hugs her.
She doesn't want to let go. A part of her is yelling at her that she has to, has to keep her boundaries so she's not pushing her feelings onto Cassandra... but every day that voice grows weaker and weaker.]
I'm glad. I'll thank you every day if I have to. [That's... okay, right? It's not too much? It's a little more... intimate than how she usually expresses her gratitude to Cassandra, but she's still trying to find a good line here.] I'll never forget anything you've done for us, Cassandra.
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She doesn't want to let go. A part of her is yelling at her that she has to, has to keep her boundaries so she's not pushing her feelings onto Cassandra... but every day that voice grows weaker and weaker.]
I'm glad. I'll thank you every day if I have to. [That's... okay, right? It's not too much? It's a little more... intimate than how she usually expresses her gratitude to Cassandra, but she's still trying to find a good line here.] I'll never forget anything you've done for us, Cassandra.
[Yes... us...]